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little-worm-grant · 3 months

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Spicy Jake: Aftercare

Jake Lockley x You (Fem!Reader) 1,532 words / 18+ only, no minors Masterlist. If you like what you see, leave a like or reblog and follow me ♥ Summary: What if Jake took care of you after Marc had his way with you? Focusing on the aftercare, you find there's a gentler side to his rougher counterpart. Notes: Don't ask me what this is. You'll never take me alive. Warnings: Aftercare, post-rough sex, overstimulation, bondage/restraints, bruises and marks, creampie, established relationship, all the pet names, affection, comfort, fluff.

Jake was yanked all too violently to the front, taking a second to try and fight for some air back into his lungs. Eyes wildly scanning his surroundings. Expecting to be amidst some kind of fight, he discovered it was something else entirely. That last orgasm had sent Marc to the clouds and drawn Jake into the fray. Hadn’t been the intention of either of them, but Jake accepted it was what it was.

Couldn’t really complain when you were beneath him, your knees propped up with your back to him. Your face shoved into the sheets and your hands tied behind your back. His hand had been gripped around your waist and holding onto the ties of your restraints.

His cock spent but still buried deep inside of you. Any movement was sending your oversensitive cunt into a new spiral. Watching the mess spread out around where you both connected. It was spilling all down you both. He’d deducted you’d been at it while.

“Oh chica…”

His words came out in a soft drawl. Hips readjusting to watch you whine for him as he kept his movements slow but continued to thrust as deep as he could take it. His eyes trailed over the red marks and forming bruises the other brute left behind. Jake knew exactly which one of him had done this.

Always Marc who got his rocks off from controlling and using you to take out his frustrations. Steven was too desperate to please you. As for Jake? Well. Jake just wanted to treat you better than anyone else ever could. Most importantly, he wanted nothing more than to dote on you.

At the sound of his voice, you look over your shoulder up to him. If he thought your behind and ass looked bad, your face wasn’t looking much better. Red angry fingerprints scattered where he’d forced your jaw open and held it in place. Smeared lipstick and puffy red lips. The evidence of why your lipstick was like that remained at the base of his dick.

Mascara had streaked down your cheeks. Rosy from being slapped a few times. A dazed content smile spread across them. Jake couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than the sight of you like this. You looked happy, satisfied and ready for a little tenderness. He could do that.

Taking care of others wasn’t new for Jake. On those darkest of nights when Marc had gone looking for answers in the bottom of a bottle, it was always Jake taking over in the end. He stumbled to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Downing as much water from the sink as he could keep down.

Somehow he’d navigate the spinning fun house while hauling their asses back to bed. All so Steven could suffer the consequences more comfortably the following morning. Jake couldn’t always be there to take away the pain. Sucks to suck, Grant. He’d probably feel this in the morning too.

Jake reached for the knots around your wrists. Undoing the restraints. Pulling himself out from inside you. Hearing your softer groan turning into a whine and huffing in amusement.

“Mi amor. Went overboard did we? A little too oversensitive now, si?”

“Shut yourself up.”

You try to bite back. Sounded more exhausted than threatening. You sounded proud of yourself too. As you should. Jake wasn’t looking much better himself. Hair was all tussled and out of place. Sweat dripped down his chest.

“Ah, and so she still knows how to hiss.” Jake said to himself and laughed.

Gently he nudged your hips to bring you to lay down on your side. Shifting to lay down beside you. His face looking back at yours. You were too content to feel embarrassed that he got to see you in this state. Jake didn’t seem to mind at all. He reached up to stroke your face. Licking his thumb lazily to wipe some of the smears away.

“You’re going to have to be a lot fiercer than that to get me to shush, mi pequeña leona.”

“Mi pequeña leona.” You test the words on your mouth. “My little what?”

Much too tired to be doing anything about him. You always liked the way he looked so proud when you practiced more of your Spanish for him.

“My little lioness.”

He leaned in to press a kiss against your head. His hand reached down to stroke over your ribs and down along the side of your body. You shiver and try not to move much.

“Lioness? Why? Because I bite first?”

“Si.” Jake smiled a little more. You loved seeing the way the corners of his eyes creased. How relaxed and content he looked. Took a long time to bring his guard down.

He leaned up on his arm and looked around. Dropping his head back into the pillow beside you with a dissatisfied sigh. You gave him an expectant look. You knew what he was about to say, and so you waited for him to say it anyway.

“He never brings you a towel before he fucks you, does he?”

And there it was. Same old, same old. You smile knowingly. Would have laughed better if you had more energy to. It comes out quiet and distant.

“Would you get me some water too?”

“For you? Anything.”

He started to get up, but dipped back down quickly to kiss against your temple. Muttering the words close to your head.

“Should I run you a bath too?”

“No, it’s okay. Think I should sleep it off.”

“Sure thing, chica. Back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

As if you could. You hummed your amusement as Jake disappeared off past the bookcase and beyond. You moved to roll onto your back and winced. The uncomfortable tingling sting along your rear had you rolling back onto your side again.

You took solace in knowing Marc would be just as hurt to find out he’d not been there to take care of you after. As rough as he could get, he always did love relishing in the after care. Stroking your body, making you a meal, or massaging you where you needed it.

You smile when you see him coming back through the doorway. Carrying a glass of iced water with a silicone straw. There was a damp towel folded and draped over his bare shoulder. Carrying himself differently. You could tell by the way he sauntered to your side it was still Jake.

His knee came up on the bed and leaning over you, he helped you to lift your head up enough to drink. A firm hand held you until you nodded a signal you were finished drinking. The cold of it was refreshing and needed after how long you’d gone without. He brought the glass to his own lips to drink the rest, narrowly avoiding the straw in his eye. You hear a crunch of ice between teeth. He chewed while placing the glass on the bedside table behind you. Moving in to curl up behind you. Light kisses along your shoulder.

“Gonna clean you up and get you under the sheets. Tell me if I’m too rough.”

“Please, I’m not fragile.”

“If you say so.”

Jake reached for the damp towel and tugged it off his shoulder. Bringing it down in a slow rub down over your ass. You breathe in sharp and tensed up to the wet cloth. It’d been ran under warm water but left cold in its wake.

“Okay okay. Gentle. Please.” You breathe.

“Si señora.” Jake mutters. Dipping in for another kiss against your shoulder.

He cleaned you up. Manipulating your leg to hold it up while he wiped down between your sticky folds. You making a noise for him, but Jake knew better than to play into your mood of wanting more. You needed to rest. He was tired too.

Soon enough he was moving again, getting the sheets from under to help bring them over the both of you. You helped, kind of. Rolling over to face him in the move.

“My turn.” You say.

“Not tonight. You need to-”

“No not that. Roll over.”

“Que?”

“I want to cuddle you for a change. Roll over.”

Jake gave you a hard stare, you half-expected him to refuse or talk his way out of it. Instead, his features relaxed and he leaned in to chase your lips for one last kiss before turning his back to you.

Your leg hitches up to wrap around his waist. Arm under his neck. Chest against his back. You kiss into his hair. Feeling Jake’s hand wrap around your wrist for his thumb to stroke.

“Mi pequeña mochila propulsora.” He snickered and you hummed in confused amusement.

“What am I this time?”

“My little jet pack.”

You were both breaking into laughter. Jake turned to catch another kiss of yours. A little messy but he seemed to need the contact, so you lifted your head to meet him. You cuddled up into him and before long, sleep soothed any aches that remained. Jake didn’t move. Lay there for the longest time listening to you breathe before sleep caught up with him too.

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inlovewhithafairytale · 3 months

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Masterlist

Teen Wolf

She looked at me as if there was something worth seeing in me(Theo R.)

I think we lost her(Theo R.)

Because I love you you little piece of shit(Theo R.)

I think we lost her II(Theo Raeken)

Morning Love(smut(Theo R.))

Friends Dont look at friends that way(Malia H.)

You belong with me(Stiles S.)

You're beautiful just the way you are(Stiles S.)

First time you ever listen to me( Sister reader)

You got the devil on your team(Void Stiles)

Maze Runner

He was only 17(Newt)

Marvel

Keep your head up soldier(The Winter Soldier)

TVD/TO

Elijah Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Yandere Klaus Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Multifandom

I don't want to forget

A letter from Y/n to reader

SUPERNATURAL

POV series wich include a mini stories of Winchester little sister reader.

Why and how this is going to go...

Pilot-01x01 part 1 part 2

Flashbacks

POV: The Winchesters have a little sister 1 2 3

Requests are open for:

Stranger Things

Narnia

Lort

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veryberryjelly · 8 months

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those-late-night-feels · 1 year

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Choke

Summary: Loki almost killed you during the Battle of New York. You struggle when he returns.

Warnings: If the title didn't give it away, choking. Also, Loki being an ass. Smut. 18+

AN: I'm a slut for comments and reposts!

*****

Why wouldn't he just leave? That irritating smirk, as if something was so damn amusing, lingered on Loki's face, his eyes on you like prey. He was that constant itch that you couldn’t scratch away, the ever looming ache in your side that you couldn’t ignore. While the rest of the team discussed their next mission, you sat at the far end of the table incessantly tapping your foot while he reclined in a chair. It was bad enough that after all the destruction he had caused in New York that he decided to show his face again on Earth, in tow with his brother. But the fact that you had to see him every day, breathe the same air, act like everything was water under the bridge, felt almost impossible. Thor had framed Loki's return in the brightest of lights–that he'd changed, that he had been brainwashed and tortured and wasn't the same person anymore. The rest of the team was willing to be cautiously accepting for Thor's sake, and perhaps were starting to buy into the idea that Loki had turned over a new leaf. But the rest of the team hadn't looked into Loki's eyes, seen that possessive evil, when he had lifted you by your throat while smiling, slowly closing your windpipe as you struggled to break free.

That fateful day had been permanently etched in your memory. New York was under attack and you had been focused on surveillance for the team in Stark Tower when he had shown up, strolling proudly with his scepter in hand. Standing abruptly, your heart pounded as you sized up this towering giant and watched his movements; your combat and defense skills were good, but they'd never been put to the test by a god. "Are you going to attempt to appeal to my humanity?"

His demeanor was so high and mighty, like this was all so far beneath him. "And why would I do that? Clearly you have none."

Your legs mimicked his movements, circling each other around the open loft. He paused and cocked his head, an amused smirk pulling on his face. "Don't tell me you intend to fight me, girl. Adorable, but I can assure you I am no match for you."

"We'll see about that."

"And why would I waste my time fighting you? You could be quite useful to me." He aimed the tip of the scepter at your chest, but you were quicker than he’d anticipated and swiped the staff to the side before kicking him in the chest. It didn't do much, he was as solid as a tree, but it was enough to catch him slightly off guard to kick the scepter out of his hand and you both watched as it slid across the room. Adrenaline pumping, you attempted to lurch at the fallen weapon, but he was faster and grabbed your wrist, spinning you around.

"And where do you think you're going?" His tone was sinister and his large hand wrapped around your neck, lifting you off the ground as your legs flailed. Long fingers slowly squeezed on your windpipe and you struggled to pry them off. Tears blurred your vision and started to stream down your face. "Such pathetic floundering bottom feeders you Midgardians are. I should put you out of your misery."

He smiled while watching you struggle in his one hand, prolonging your agony. Squeezing tighter, the world moving out of focus into black. And then a window shattered and the Hulk emerged, ultimately saving you and smashing Loki in the process.

For three weeks, every time you looked in the mirror you were reminded of what he did to you. Your neck turned black and blue, then purple, then green, then brown and yellow. But even as the bruises faded, it was still raw in your mind.

So when Thor had pulled you aside to convince you why his brother deserved another chance, you screamed internally while plastering a smile on your face. He had to have known the trauma Loki had put you through. "Are you okay with this, y/n?"

The pleading in his eyes confirmed that if you said no, it would break his heart. Thor was like a brother to you, and while his brother was the spawn of Satan, you pushed your feelings aside and lied straight to his face. "If you say he's changed, then I believe you."

*****

Loki knew who you were, what he had done to you. The recognition on his face when you first walked into the room and stopped short was evident. His eyes lingered as you leaned against the far wall, keeping a significant distance between you and him. Absentmindedly, you nibbled at your lip and fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

"Lady y/n!" The bellowing voice made you freeze as you watched the large blonde man stride over, dragging his darker haired brother behind him with a perturbed look. He wasn't actually bringing his brother over to you, was he? "I'm glad you are here," he smiled, like this was a family reunion, "Y/n, my brother Loki."

The expression on your face was blank as you tried to hold it together. "We've met," you deadpanned at the same time Loki said, "I don't believe she cares to meet me, Thor."

The oblivious blonde shook his head at your responses. "Nonsense! The last time you met was a misunderstanding. This is a chance to start anew."

Loki watched the vein in your neck as you clenched your jaw together, your nostrils flaring slightly at the thought of your near death being a "misunderstanding." The way your hand shook by your side. He knew you were not ready for this.

"Please excuse my brother. Y/n, it is a pleasure to meet you formally.”

You studied the carpet as he spoke, noticing a burn mark on the rug you'd never seen before. He turned to leave, pulling Thor with him.

“Is that it?” The words were so quiet you barely heard them yourself. But Loki paused and turned toward you. You didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to be near him, didn’t want to be on the same planet as him, but you also didn’t want to be the weak girl that he clearly thought you were, so you pulled your eyes from the floor to look directly at him, your eyes blazing with anger. “Is that all you have to say to me?”

“I… No. I am sorry for any pain that I caused you. It is inexcusable, I know that.”

You willed yourself not to bring your hand to your neck, remembering how the person in front of you toyed with attempting to snuff out your existence without blinking an eye.

It's an act. It's just for show.

Glaring at him, you didn’t want to believe his words. If he was expecting forgiveness, he wouldn’t find it from you. "You're right," you replied. "It is inexcusable."

Pushing past him, you hated the feeling that perhaps he had been sincere.

*****

The constant stress of being cooped up in a tower with him was weighing on you. The need to leave rooms, change directions, hide out in your apartment; was it childish? You didn't know. But every time you saw him, your pulse started racing, your throat turned to sandpaper, and your stomach tensed.

When Natasha announced it was time they all went out for a night, you were all in, needing to literally let your hair down and dance your cares away.

Stark paid an exorbitant amount of money to have access to an exclusive club that he and his friends could access at any time. You showed up in a little black number with a mission to let your cares go.

Dancing for hours had left you parched and you made your way to the bar. He was already there, arms crossed as he watched others with a judgmental look of disapproval. You ordered a rum and coke, telling the bartender to put it on his tab, causing Loki to roll his eyes but nod all the same. He turned his attention to you, the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. "Having fun?"

"I was," you snided, sipping your drink. "I thought you enjoyed this type of thing. Thor said you had your fair share of banquets and masquerades."

"Yes, well, my tastes are…a little more…refined."

You rolled your eyes at his snobbery. He was truly the worst. "When are you planning to leave Earth? I'm sure there are other planets just waiting to be conquered."

Hesitating at your remark, he studied you, no longer shaking from nerves and a more bold tongue, chalking it up to liquid courage. Leaning in closer to you, he could smell a mix of your vanilla body wash, sweat, and alcohol. "Why would I leave when my presence is clearly torturing you?"

The sinister smile on his face made the lump in your throat return and you quickly sipped at your drink again, the alcohol pushing your nerves back down. "Look at you. I don't even have to lay a finger on you and you whither in front of me."

Your cheeks went hot under his intense gaze, feeling small as he hovered over you. Swallowing, you looked up at him, butterflies erupting inside you.

"Fuck you, Loki," you breathed. Storming off, you could only imagine that arrogant smirk on his face as he watched you walk away. Heart pounding, blood boiling, you grabbed the first man you saw on the dance floor, gyrating with him under the strobe lights, trying to remove the image of him hovering over you from memory. When you looked up toward the bar, Loki was still watching you, a smile pulling on his lips like he knew exactly what he was doing.

*****

Combat training with various team members was grueling but necessary work, dripping sweat and lungs burning. You and Natasha went at each other, you landing a blow to her ribs, her landing a kick which resulted in an armbar. A few rounds and the two of you had called it a night, her leaving to shower while you stretched weary muscles.

"Your combat skills have seemed to improve since the last time I saw them." You heard him before you saw him. Narrowing your eyes and putting on a braver face than you felt inside, you groaned, crossing your arms.

"You're like an annoying gnat. What do you want?"

"I'm curious, when the team goes on missions, who is the one that babysits you? Do they take turns or is it the same person?"

He was trying to goad you, trying to get a rise out of you, you knew that. Well two could play this game. "How exactly did you convince Thor that you changed? All that talk of torture, did you make that up? Is there even a, what was his name? Thanos?"

His face dropped for the quickest of moments and a part of you regretted your words. But when he recovered, the look on his face made you take a step back.

"Tell me, how many nights have you been kept up at night thinking about my hand around your throat."

Your hand reacted before your brain could and the crack of your palm against his cheek was heard before it was felt. He smiled when he turned his face back to you, taking another step in your direction. Fist clenched, your arm swung up toward him, but he grabbed it and held it in place. Another step, your knee came up to his stomach, and he grabbed that too. You felt the wall behind you, a shallow breath released as you tried to hold yourself together, his chest centimeters from yours. When you looked up at those blue-green eyes though, it wasn't the same look as last time. There was no darkness, no evil, no possession. His smile was covering something else. Slowly, your eyes locked on his, you guided his other hand to your neck. His breath hitched as he watched you wrap his slender digits around your throat.

"Wha–" but you silenced his question with your lips. What started as a desperate need to shut him up turned to lips hovering near each other, tongues dancing together, breaths being shared. He pulled away to look at you, a question playing on his face, his silver tongue clearly tied. Your eyes dropped down, embarrassment starting to flood your mind, and his hand flicked your face back up to his and kissed you again, hand gliding from your neck to the back of your head, gripping onto your hair. Your fist was dropped as he glided his palm down your side, wrapping around your ass, bringing you wanting core to him. A whimper left your lips and he pressed into you with need.

Brains turned off, hands scrambled to pull at clothes and feel every inch of one another. His fingers slipped inside your pants, running his long digits along your silky crevices and you shook as the tip of his finger circled your clit, smiling into your mouth. "Seems like you've thought of this multiple times, pet."

"Shut up,” you demanded, greedily scrambling to free his throbbing erection from its enclosure, pulling at zippers and buttons, a relieved sigh escaping from him when it was freed.

He was quick with his movements and flipped you around, hands pressed against the wall, pants yanked down with a swift jerk, fingertips drawing lines up your thigh, up your hip, up your spine, causing shivers. His hand came to rest on your neck, tilting your head back to him. His warm throbbing cock slid between your ass cheeks and through your thighs, playing with your anxious opening.

"Beg me," he whispered into your ear. A strained cry left your throat as he rubbed his hot erection up your slit.

“Please,” you breathed, then moaned loudly as he stretched your tight opening, flexing his fingers under your jaw.

“Is this what you want, pet?” You wondered that yourself as he smoothly pulled and pressed into you, but as he hit your cervix while locked against him, you knew this was exactly what you wanted all along. A secret desire you wouldn’t even admit to yourself. The noises you made were sloppy, no longer able to make sense. He pulled your head toward him again, gripping down a little harder while pounding into you. “I asked you a question girl.”

“Y…ye…yes…” you wailed. You were close, but if it were to coming or passing out, you didn’t know. His cock hit in places you didn’t know were inside of you, and as he reached down to circle your clit, your body shook violently. The world went black for a moment and you collapsed into him, but vaguely you could hear his words. “I got you. I got you. Good girl.”

Pressing yourself into him on the floor, your lungs burned. He rubbed your neck, your arms, your back, while you came back to full recognition. Looking up at him, he pressed his lips together while you bit at yours. “Do not tell anyone about this.”

He cocked his head, raising an eyebrow. “I doubt they would believe me even if I did, pet,” and kissed your hand. "Do you still want me to leave Midgard?"

Lowering your face into his shoulder, you hid your reddened cheeks. Your lips pressed together, unable to answer, but knowing you didn't want him to go.

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writerofhades · 1 year

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Open Starter

A venomized Ghost Spided swung through the streets of New York on a mission. Venom had approached Gwen with a beg of help. Every few years, the Klyntar need to reproduce with anything or they'll experience a great discomfort, similar to a heat cycle. Venom went to Gwen for her, certain skills in seduction and she cautiously accepted to help. Now the two were going through New York, looking for someone to mate with.

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menofmarvelx · 1 year

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She was, right? Or was the long hours at the museum finally getting to him? Steve looked at the woman across from him with a mixture of surprise, amazement, and almost panic as he hoped that he was not reading her wrong. His love life had been... Lackluster, of late. It did not help that he was suffering from a sleeping disorder.

"Because.. If you are, I'd... You know, I'd say yes."

#mcu smut rp #independent smut rp #indie smut rp #indie smut starter #marvel smut rp #Steven | Starter

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honeybeehimbo · 5 days

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looking for new partners for m/f pairing's where i play the male. discord only. i love angst, smut and a little fluff (not too much fluff or it gets uninteresting for me, sorry!) plots under the read more, but open to other ideas too. some fandom ideas also under, hence the tags. like and i will dm you or dm me directly

best friend's older sister

muse a is a vampire/demon hunter, muse b is a monster with a soul/conscious.

summer best friends

emergency contact

older muses reunite

something based off this, cue all the angst

ideas with my own muses

drew (kyle allen fc), a musician, reunites with the girl his songs are all about. can be another artist or someone outside the musician lifestyle.

chase (dylan minette fc), your typical geek boy, is hooking up with the popular girl, who wants to keep it a secret. but chase is catching feelings

rish (rahul kohli fc), er doctor/chief resident, your muse and rish dated in their 20s, but eventually broke up because they never saw each other because of rish's commitment to his work and inability to make time for the relationship. your muse suddenly pops up during the graveyard shift at the er with a twisted ankle (or something else!) rish is the doctor in charge and they catch up and old feelings resurface.

elias (andrew garfield fc), a magnificent fine artist needs a nude model, which is your muse, tensions arise and it's clear that they both want each other. but elias has commitment issues. (this one is really bare bones, but im open to adding details, maybe making it more forbidden, affair? age gap? im open to hearing ideas)

fandom wants

canon x canon only! i will not do canon x oc

marvel: peter parker (andrew garfield or tom holland) against any other female marvel character from any "universe"

glee: finn hudson against any female glee character, might also be willing to do crossover with other shows in the same realm.

ER: i will play pretty much any of the guys from the show er against any of the female ones.

one tree hill: jake/peyton, brooke/lucas, rachel/any male, mia/any male, alex/any male, i will not do any of the canon pairings that actually end up together, since i feel like that story has already been told.

sex education: any girl/otis

#discord 1x1 #1x1 rp #indie smut rp #fandom rp #glee rp #one tree hill rp #er rp #marvel rp #mcu rp #spider man rp #sex education rp

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gay-frogs-dancing-around · 9 months

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Naughty Student

Summary: Y/n is failing prof. Romanoff's class and she would do anything to change her grade but when Natasha Romanoff asks for sex in exchange for a good grade y/n has a choice to make (readers age: 18 y/o)

Pairing: natasha x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: age gap (14 years), drinking, underage drinking, teacher x student kink, fingering, slapping, biting, pushing (if there's anything I missed feel free to tell me) A/N: hii this is thr first fanfic I have ever written so it might not be that good but any critisism is appreciated.

Word count: 2.5k

Proffessor Romanoff was strict and she valued morals and honesty, so i knew that no amount i sucking up to her would change my failing grade. I was rushing over to her classroom thinking that I was late only to find myself checking the time on my phone before class and realising that I was in fact 10 minutes early. Walking into the classroom I saw the proffessor sitting on her desk holding some papers in her hands and typing something on her computer. She raised her head to check who came in the classroom and seeing it was ne she ironically said:

"Didn't expect you here at this time of the day"

Ok, I deserved that. I am always late to my classes. I tried to smile off her comment when she looked at me very seriously and said, "I actually needed to talk to you about your grade."

I was afraid this would happen sooner or later. I walked up to her, and she gestured that I sit down in one of the chairs in front of her. As I was doing just that, Ms. Romanoff glanced over at the rest of the room to ensure that we were alone. Then she started talking.

"I am concerned about your grades. Mostly your grade in my class but I have also noticed that even last year you were on the verge of failing. I have already seen most of this year's grades, and I don't want my class to be the reason you have to repeat the whole year. But as I hope you can understand, I also can't ignore your lack of attention during my lessons, your poor performance, your attendance marks, or the fact that you are constantly late to this class.".

I just looked at her and sighed. I didn't know how to respond. I've had this kind of conversation with professors before, but something about this one seemed different.

"Now I know that the school year's almost over, but you can still try your best. We have one more test coming up. I'll officially announce it to the rest of the class next week, but I thought giving you some extra time to prepare might help you out." she continued.

"If I get a good grade, will I pass the class?"

"That's hard to say y/n. But even if you pass my class, I don't think you have many chances of not having to repeat the whole year."

Good my only chance to get a better grade is a test. I hate tests. I'm horrible at them.

"And there's no other way I could increase my grade?"

Proffessor Romanoff gave me an "are you serious right now?" kind of look, so I just looked away.

"Thanks" I muttered.

I got up and started walking away from her desk. As I was walking, I heard her sigh and she said "Unless..."

I turned around to face her, and when I looked at her I saw a quick wave of guilt washing over her eyes and she disappointedly continued "but no.. you wouldn't want to do that. Plus it's not right."

"No but I would! Just tell me what it is you want me to do! I'd do anything to not fail."

She looked across the room for a second time to see if any other students had come in and once she made sure that we were alone, she told me to come closer to her. I did just that, being completely unprepared for what was about to happen.

Look, y/n I have been having some trouble lately... like sexually and I just-"

The sound of the door opening interrupted her. I turned my head to look and I saw a couple of students getting in the classroom. She looked at me and said quietly "so meet me at my office after the class?"

I nodded and went to my desk.

A bit after that the lesson begun.

".. I have been having some trouble lately.... like sexually....." I couldn't stop thinking about it. Why would she say this to me? What did she want? Advice? I wouldn't even be the right person to ask for that. I've only been with one person before and she was...well... a psycopath. I just kept thinking about it. The guilt in her eyes before she started talking, her fear that someone night be in the room and hear us talk....wait could this be one of these "a student got with a teacher" kind of things? I mean what if she wanted sex in exchange of a good grade? No Ms. Romanoff would never do that. She values morals above everything else, she's said it herself a lot of times. During the lesson I kept thinking about it. I couldn't focus and I was kind of nervous about meering the proffesor after the class. As the lesson finished I pretended to be looking for something on the ground until most of the students left. I but my notebook and my textbooks in my backpack and once I saw Ms. Romanoff doing the same I slowly got out of my seat and I walked towars the exit. She walked up to me and said loudly " y/n follow me to my office please, we need to discuss your grades." I did as she said and as we entered her office she locked the door behind us. "So as I was saying there is something that you can do in order to change your grade. But before I tell tou what it is I have to know whether I can trust you."she paused and looked at me I reassured her that whatever conversation we had would stay between us and so she continued " I was thinking maybe you could help me out... sexually?" I looked at her in complete disbelief. "I- I don't know" "that's fine honey maybe we can just go out for dinner and a couple of drinks and, you know, let things take their natutal course..."

Ok I know I have said that I would do anything to get my grade higher but this? I mean a lot could go wrong. She looked at me and said "You can go now y/n" You can get back to me on this offer later today or tommorrow before class. Here's my number." She gave me a piece of paper with her number on it. I just said "I'll think about it" "good." She smiled and started moving towards the door she unlocked and I got out of my seat. I was almost next to her she closed the door grabbed my by my waste and pushed her lips against mine. I pulled back and she immediately stopped. "Sorry" she said looking embarrassed "what was that?" I didn't actually expect an answer, so I was surprised when she replied with "just a sapmle of my abilities."

There's no way I'd have sex with proffessor Romanoff. I'd just go up to ger tommorrow and say that I tought about it and decided not to take her up on the offer. But while thinking about it I realised that I really needed that grade to go up I have already failed almost half of my classes and I'm not doing so well in the rest of them so this is actually the only way I can maybe manage to pass. And although I pulled away that kiss wasn't bad at all. Natasha's soft lips rubbing against mine, her hands grabbing my waist, the way her hair felt on my neck and her boobs pressing against my chest... Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. Maybe just going out for dinner like she suggested and trying things out would be good for me. I would step out of my comfort zone for once, do something new. In the end I let me intrusive thoughs win. I grabbed my phone and added a new contact: Natasha Romanoff.

Natasha's pov:

I was sitting on my balcony finishing my second glass of whine when I got a notification:

(Unknown): Heyyy I was thinking about you. That kiss today wasn't that bad ;)

She changed the name of the contact to: y/n

Natasha: oh really?

I smiled at my phone. I poured myself another glass of wine while I was waiting for an answer.

Y/n: yeah you are a really good kisser...

Y/n maybe we should do it again sometime

I looked at the time it was only 5.30 pm

Natasha: well how about we go out tonight?

Quite some time passed before I recieved an answer and I got a bit annoyed thinking that I'd get rejected so I just grabbed the wine bottle and started drinking until my phone buzzed again

Y/n: What time should we meet?

Natasha: text me your address. I'll pick you up at 7.00

I finished my drink and checked the address I had been sent. It wasn't that far away so I had time to get ready. I decided on wearing my short black dress which has never failed me and style my hair in some lose waves. I got in my car and it only took me 5 minutes to get to y/n's house.

Natasha: I'm here

Y/n's pov:

I got out of my house and got into Ms. Romanoff's car. The car was black with leather seats. "So were are we going?" I actually had no idea where she was taking me. She could be kidnapping me for all I know. "Let me surprise you, won't you?" That didnt make me feel more at ease. "You look beautiful" she told me. "Thanks. You too" I wasn't sure but I thought I could smell a hint of alcohol in her breath. After a while she parked in the parking of what looked to be a very expensive restaurant " I don't think I can afford this place" I noticed "Don't worry about the money doll. Tonight's on me" I let out a sigh and she just smiled. She gestured that I stayed in the car and I did just that. After she got out of the car she walked up to the side where I was seated and held open the door for me. "Mm what a gentleman!" I said. She just let out a laugh. The date went great, turns out that even though we had a 14 year age difference it didn't affect us as much as I originally thought it would.

"Do you want something to drink?" She asked me after we finished eating. "Well.. this place only has alcoholic drinks and I'm still to young for that" "So you are telling me that you have never drank alcohol before?" I nodded. She gesured to waited and when he came she told him to take away our dirty plates and her wine glass and bring us two glasses of their most expensive champagne. "So what do you think of it?" She asked after I started drinking my glass of champagne "well it's interesting. It has kind of compicated flavour." It was kind of sweet and it had a fruit-like undertaste. "So you like it then?" "Yeah" after we got in the car she asked the question: "so..do you want to come over to my place?" I paused for a moment. I could feel her looking at me, waiting for my answer. "Sure that would be nice".

Natasha's pov: As I was driving back to my place I realised I was getting kind of tipsy. We made it to my house after a while and Started getting out of the car. Y/n also got out of the car but she seemed a bit different. "Are you ok?" I asked her "yeah I'm just a tired and I think the alcohol is getting to me" " You want me to drive you home?" " No, no it's not bad it just feels different." I smiled. "You'll get used to it". We were already in the elevator by the time I said that. The response that I got was: "how? Are you planning on giving me more alcohol over the course of this relationship" I leant closer to her and wishpered "yes I am". The elevator bell rang and I showed her to my apartment. Once we went to my bedroom I tackled her so she fell on my bed. She just looked at me and said "oh so you are into that kind of stuff?" "Yeah but I'll go easy on you" I took of my dress. Y/n pulled her mini skirt up her hips and took her underwear off as she opened ger legs. I took of my dress and before I could respond she grabbed my hand and pulled me so I would fall on her lap. "Someone's been a naughty student" I said. " and what are you going to do about it?" I leaned in and bit her neck she let out a little cry before she started kissing me, with her teeth bitting on my bottom lip. I pushed her so she'd fall on the bed and with one hand I sarted rubbing her clit while with the other i was squeezing her boob. She moaned and slapped my ass. "That's not what teachers do with their students..." I pushed my hand deep into her vagina and she screamed. "You have been a bad student and this is you punishment" I squeezed her left boob with all my strength. She let out a small scream and then rolled my over pining me down to the bed as she bit me on my neck. She continued biting further down my body, reaching my boobs. She started sucking on one of my nipples as I moaned. I waited for a while and then told her " go further down!" She looked at me and said with a smile "what if I refused?" I slapped her. "Go further down!" I yelled. Looking at me she started licking the rest of my body. She finally started licking my clit and soon enough she pushed her tongue inside of me. I let out a loud moan and an orgasm took over my body. "You shouldn't having this much fun with your students" she said after she took her tongue out of me. She grabbed me by my waist and turned me over so I was lying on my stomach. She slapped my ass harder than I thought she could. I got up quickly, practically throwing her off the bed. I grabbed her by the hair and ordered "open your mouth!" She shook her head. "I said open it now!" She just smiled. I pulled on her hair harder and she obeyed. I spit on my fingers and pushed them inside her mouth. She started licking me ang I pushed my fingers deeper in her mouth. She tried to scream and i just said " this is what you get for sleeping with your teacher." After I removed my fingers from her mouth she just sat there. Looking at me. " Are you ok?" I asked. "Yeah" she said and she lied down on the floor. I sat next to her and asked "did I go too hard on you?" "No, it was perfect"

A/N: should I make this into a series? I kinda want to make it into a series

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha x reader #natalia romanova #natasha x you #natasha x y/n #Natasha Romanoff smut #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu rp #mcu fandom #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #marvel cinematic universe #avengers #infinity war #avengers endgame #mcu natasha romanoff #mcu news

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dominionfamorousrp · 2 months

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Worthy (Open to Males/Female/Futas/OC)

“Are you worthy to bed with me?” Jane Foster aka Lady Thor said in a calm but thunderous voice as she rested her rough feminine hand on her toned-but-curvy body as she look at the stranger with a calculating but lewd eyes and a confident smile on her full lips.

#my post #marvel #marvel rp #jane foster #lady thor #open smut starter #open to males #open to oc #open smut rp #open to crossovers #open to everyone

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hannawinchester03 · 10 months

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IN ANOTHER GALAXY.. Pt 2

Hello! Welcome back! This is a continuation of the events that happened in the first part, saw it got a little attention so wanted to spread my wings and show y’all my real potential.

Anyways, enjoy!

18+ you’ve been warned. 😉

This story contains: small talk, kissing, teasing, breath play, touching, grinding, hair pulling, whining, begging, praise kink, domination, oral reviving, pet names, and just straight up making out (obviously, who wouldn’t want to make out with quill)

Word count: 2,000

After the course of events of last week, (y/n) watching as rocket pulled the aliens heart out of its chest. Listening to quill speak to her about how he can’t believe she can understand groot. She was used to it by now, she’s been around this multiple times, like a dog chasing its own tail, something people find strange but to her perfectly normal.

“Hey (y/n), snap out of it. What's going on with you?” Quill asked as he looked over at (y/n), he raised an eyebrow at her. “You seem not interested..” Quill added as he crossed his arms waiting for a response as he looked her up and down slightly, before looking back up at her eyes.

“Yes, i am fine, Just a lot on my mind.” (y/n) says as she lets out a small huff looking down at herself for a second taking in the fact she had gotten more dressed up then she usually does, she then looks back up at quill, she can't help but show him a small smile to reassure him.

“Still kinda shocked you wanted me as your partner, over say rocket, or gamora..” (y/n) stated as she kept looking up at him, taking in the fact that she now noticed just how much taller he was compared to her, she took a small step back as she let out a small huff once again.

“Well for starters if you noticed, Gamora wants nothing to do with me, she's not the same as she was before..” Quill stated as he shook his head a little and let out a small sign, getting more sad as he really got a chance to think about the situation he is in, he never really felt like this before, even if he did he doesnt remember the last time he did at least.

“You know how Luke felt when Yoda told him the truth about his father. the shock in his face, the way he so desperately wanted to understand but deep down he already knew the truth..” Quill started to say to (y/n) as he looked away from her for a second hoping that she’ll understand the reference.

“The way that he looks at Yoda asking if it's true, the look in his eyes as with pure confusion and curiosity as he realizes that deep down he already knows that it is his father. Thinking about how he feels so out of place and tempted to turn to the darkside to be with his father or to train and be the one who changes the way of the force like his father was supposed to..” (y/n) says as she clears her throat a little and looks down at the floor for a second then looks back up at quill as she hears a chuckle come from him.

“Doesn't help that he finds out leia is his sister, i mean after that kiss and all..” Quill hums out his tone changing as he takes a step closer to (y/n) looking down at her as he licks his lips keeping his eyes down on her. “Well technically Leia kisses Luke to make Han jealous, way before they knew they were siblings.” (Y/n) stated as she looked up at Quill raising an eyebrow at him and noticed how he had gotten closer to her.

“Kinda reminds me of someone i know..” (y/n) says softly as she stepped closer to quill looking up at him standing up on her tippy toes as she wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled herself up closer to him because of the height difference. As she pulled herself closer to him she leaned her head close to his ear. “Kissing Luke to make Han jealous, pulling away just to tease Han watching as Luke had a smug look on his face..” (y/n) whispers into Quill's ear, making him wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer into his chest as he turns his head towards her, looking down at her innocent eyes that are now darker than usual.

“How could he not be jealous? Leia is one of the best characters, pretty hot too..” Quill said softly as he moved one of his hands to push some of (y/n)’s hair behind her ear, he can't help but lick his lips as he kept his eyes locked on hers glancing down at her lips for a split second before looking back into her eyes with a small smirk as he noticed her eyes slowly growing darker with lust as he held her chin between his thumb and index finger feeling her warm breath against his lips from how close they were to each other, feeling her chest as it caved in and out trying to stay calm and collected as he spoke to her.

“Obviously cant forget about how Han towers over leia, talking to her telling her how he knows she likes him, how he tells her “its because there aren't enough scoundrels in her life” the icon scene..ya know..” Quill says in a soft but still deep tone as his thumb lightly traced over her bottom lip teasingly before holding back onto her chin his grip getting slightly more tight on her chin as he pulled her up a little as he leaned down moving his lips closer to hers, using his thumb once again to trace her bottom lip teasingly as it was the only thing keeping their lips separated.

Quill can't help but smile against her in lips as she listened to a small whine come out of her mouth, as he let his hand down kissing her as soon as his hand was out of the way and wrapped his arm around her waist more pulling her up onto her tippy toes more letting her lean on himself for support so she wouldn't fall over, letting her know it was safe with him, he won't let anything harm her.

As Quill kissed (y/n) he couldn't help but let out a small groan as he felt her move one of her hands up to his forearm wrapping her hand around his arm to give herself some more support as she stood up on her tippy toes feeling his strong arm around her waist knowing he wouldn't let her fall as she deepened the kiss using the hand that was still around his neck from when she first took action moving close to him and began to run her hand through the back of his hair as she continued to kiss him.

“Q-Quill, are you sure about this?” (y/n) asked as she lightly pulled on his hair pulling his head away from hers so that they could both breath, as she asked him this she kept her eyes up on him waiting for the response, or anything really all she got was a small groan form her tugging on his hair, she cant help but let out a small chuckle as she was about to speak up but she was quickly interrupted as they heard the ship intercom start to crackle making (y/n) raise and eyebrow as she quickly went to pull away from quill to go see what it was.

Before (y/n) was able to make it a few steps away she quickly got swept up off of her feet, quill picking her up bridal style walking her over his living quarters, as he walked through the door he walked over to his bed gently laying her down, watching as she propped herself up on her elbows staying laid down on the bed but was propped up enough to keep her eyes on him.

“Oh i'm sure, are you though?” Quill asked his voice now much deeper then (y/n) has ever heard his voice get, especially when they are in a heavy battle she always noticed how his voice got more deep from being out of breath but this was different, now she could practically hear the lust in his voice, as she got lost in her own thoughts distracting herself from being able to find her own words all she manages to do is nod lightly at him.

Quill watches as she nods at him making him smirk happily as he walked closer to the bed climbing on top of her slightly still hovering over her since she was small compared to him as he wrapped a arm under her around her waist pulling her up closer towards the pillows as he leaned down kissing her once again this time more rough causing (y/n) to let out a small moan and him to chuckle against her lips.

“God look at you, already moaning and I haven’t barely touched you..” Quill spoke out his voice still growing deep and dominant as he pulled away from the kiss, he began kissing down her jaw and towards her neck taking his time as he used his arm to slowly guide her small body up towards the pillows.

His other hand holding onto her thigh caressing her leg as he used his knees to spread her legs open making room for himself to be between her knees, once he was satisfied with his position he started to grind down against her gently watching as she let out a soft cry of pleasure and threw her head back as he began to kiss back up her neck towards her jaw.

“You like that (y/n)?” He asked in a low growl as he placed kisses along her jaw as her head was still thrown back from him grinding down against her. As he asked her this she looks back up at him and let out a small nod as she wrapped her hand around his neck tangling her hand in his hair again as she began to breathe a little more heavily.

“Y-yes quill..god it feels good..” (y/n) can’t help but moan out as she looked up at him and kissed him again to try and muffle her moans so she wouldn’t sound to annoying.

“Oh no, no, don’t quite yourself baby girl, I wanna hear you..” Quill hums out as he pulled away from the kiss, sitting up on his knees pulling his shirt off tossing it to the side.

After removing his own shirt he smirks happily down at (y/n) as she was watching his every move admiring his chest as his necklace landed perfectly between his two pecks, she kept looking down his chest stopping at his waist band admiring as it was in a v shape going towards his base but quickly looked back up as he pulled her to be seated up.

“We gotta get you undressed first, then we’ll have fun princess.” Quill stated as he grabbed the bottom of her shirt looking into her eyes for a few seconds and saw her give him a small nod making him smile as he pulled off her shirt and made her lay back down.

He kept his eyes down on her as she propped herself up on her elbows watching as the top of her breast peak out of her bra as she breathed, watching as her chest would cave in and come back up as she watched his every moves.

“God you’re beautiful..” quill hummed out as he slid her up on the bed so her head was rested against the pillows as he moved be on his elbows as he began to undo her jeans pulling them off of her, tossing them to the side and moved himself so his head was between her legs.

He began to slowly kiss her inner thigh slowly moving up closer to her heat but would start kissing up her other thigh to tease her as she let out a soft whine, making him chuckle against her.

“Use your words..” quill hummed out against her thigh as he had his hands wrapped around each thigh gently squeezing as he would kiss on her thigh to tease her. As he got to the top of her thigh he gently bit on the lace fabric against her hip but would pull away and chuckle as (y/n) would let out a small huff.

“Please, god quill.” (Y/n) huffed out as she threw her head back, she had been watching him as he kissed on her thighs her eyes locking on his but she was to impatient so she let her head fall back into the pillow’s already tired of his teasing.

“What? Can’t enjoy myself?” Quill spoke out as he finally touched where she needed it most, he teasingly placed a kiss against her clit through the fabric, watching as her hips flinched making his grip on her thighs tighten and hold her in place.

“Ahh I see..” quill hummed teasing to her as he continued to place open mouthed kisses against her heat hearing as small moans came out from her mouth as she threw her back into the pillow more and one of her hands moved to his hair holding onto it as she tried to keep his head in place but he forced his head back to tease her.

“I said use your words princess..” Quill said dominantly as he moved his hands to loop his fingers under her underwear pulling them off of her and tossed them to the side quickly moving back to his spot between her legs, watching as her pussy was completely soaked, making him smirk.

Before she could even say anything in response he licked up her slit humming happily against her as he tasted how sweet she was, he continued to hum against her letting out small vibrations from his humming against her clit making him chuckle against her as she moaned happily.

“There ya go..” Quill spoke out as he felt her gripping onto his hair chuckling softly as he began to lick up her slit cleaning up all of her juices as he gently rubbed his nose against her nub hearing a loud gasp come out of her as she tugged at his hair roughly making him groan against her.

Quill then began to suck on her clit, still humming against her teasingly and whispering softly to her how good she tastes still sending vibrations against her making (y/n) turn into a moaning mess as he continued to chuckle against her finding it amusing at the fact she always seems so annoyed by him but seem to be enjoying herself.

Eventually quill slide his tongue into her as he began to thrust his tongue in and out making (y/n) grip onto his hair more as she cried out his name In please feeling a knot start to form inside her stomach. “G-god quill..” (y/n) moaned out happily as she tightened her grip on his hair pushing his head into her heat more making his tongue go deeper.

“That’s it baby girl, cum for me..” quill hummed out against her as she pushed his head deeper into herself making him thrust his tongue faster inside of her feeling her walls tighten around him and her hips start to buckle making him wrap his arm around her waist and pull her into his face more and used his other hand to rub her sensitive clit listening to her as she moaned loudly in pleasure.

Quill kept his eyes up on (y/n) as her chest as panting heavily and one of her hands were gripping tightly on the bed sheets and the other holding into his hair for dear life as he continued to tongue fuck her and rub her clit feeling as more of her juices start to leak out.

“G-god quill, that feels to good!” (Y/n) cried out as she threw her head back feeling her small body start to quiver underneath him as he continued to rub her clit and suck on her as she was almost ready to cum.

“What feels good?” (Y/n) heard quill say, hearing that his voice was not as deep and raspy as it was before making her raise an eyebrow and snap out of it. Taking a second to look around a little seeing that the two of them were in a field of flowers on the planet they were on searching for a valuable material that was needed for rocket's latest invention.

“Nothing, what’s this thing supposed to look like?” (Y/n) asked as she cleared her throat a little bit trying to figure out why the dream was so vivid or whatever she has just been through.

“Rocket said it’s supposed to look like one of these flowers, but we'll be able to tell the difference supposedly. The ones we need don’t have this pollen stuff on them..” quill stated as he kept walking through the field going straight forward.

“Strange, they all seem to have this stuff. The pollen. Anything special about this stuff?” (Y/n) asked as the pollen seemed to just stay in the air, not even move around in the wind or anything.

“Supposedly it’s supposed to make you hallucinate, or go to sleep, something like that.” Quill stated as he cleared his throat and kept walking so he could find the items they were looking for.

Anyways! Hope y’all enjoyed just wanted to show y’all some of my potential.

Feel free to message me with requests or other suggestions I’m all ears.

Bye, until next time!

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sadadaptive-daydreaming · 2 years

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Baby on the way | Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2k +

Summary: Being pregnant with Steve’s child hasn't halted your need for him, in fact it's only made it stronger. But Steve isn't so on board with the idea of getting intimate until you convince him otherwise ;)

Warning: 18+ Fluffy, light smut. Intimacy during pregnancy. (Everything described/implied in this oneshot is consensual.)

He couldn't wait to go home. He couldn't wait to see you. And yet, much like all day, another impromptu meeting was hindering him from driving to the Brooklyn apartment you had bought together and spending the evening with you.

“Mr. Rogers, you’re needed in conference room two.”

The words suffocated him as they swarmed about the tiny boxed-in cubicle he had wandered into following what he had hoped would be his last summit for the day.

When the words stopped ringing in his ears, he searched for their owner and met the eyes of a fiery red head who stood in the doorway of the makeshift office.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” Steve said, shrugging his blazer onto his body and when it was fitted to him properly, he adjusted his blue tie.

His blunt response had procured a look of confusion from the woman who just so happened to be the assistant of Thaddeus Ross, the US Secretary of State. But Ross was much more than just his title. He was in fact the driving force behind pushing Steve and the rest of the Avengers to sign the Sokovia Accords—an agreement that would see enhanced individuals governed by the United Nations.

Steve understood the urgency of taking responsibility for one’s actions, he was never in dispute of that. This was largely the only reason he was willing to hear out the UN’s proposal for governance, but he was nowhere ready to sign a contract without understanding what sovereignty he and his fellow Avengers would lose in the process.

And so all day, he was in meeting after meeting listening to UN officials coax him into signing his name on the same dotted line—each discussion more sugar coated than the last. Now that the clock had finally struck 5pm, he was ready for it all to end for the day. He was willing to come back tomorrow and acquire more information, but he couldn’t listen to another word when his brain was full of you.

Being Captain America wasn’t a responsibility he took lightly. Using his strength, agility and courageousness was a choice he made every day. It was a commitment that overwhelmed the majority of his time. He didn't have time for himself. He didn't have time for friends. He especially didn't have time for relationships. But that all changed when he met you.

“But sir,” Ross’ assistant began again, her long ginger curls swaying as she shook her head. “Mr. Stark will be attending the conference as well.”

This made Steve laugh. It erupted loudly from his stomach.

“I’m sure Tony won’t need me there,” he sneered.

And it was true, he didn’t. Tony had already made up his mind about obtaining accountability for the actions of the Avengers, and the Vienna bombing at a UN ceremony that killed twelve people, including T’Chaka, the former King of Wakanda, only solidified his stance.

“He does,” she reassured as Steve began to walk towards her in an attempt to slip right past her and out of the office.

Steve shrugged. “Well he'll have to do without me this evening.”

And then he was off, leaving her in the distance as he walked his way through the New York UN building until he found his Harley-Davidson parked outside.

He mounted the bike and turned it on, a loud purr notifying anyone in the parking lot that he was leaving. With one hand pulling at the throttle and the other adjusting the motorcycle’s small circular mirror, Steve began his journey home to you.

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There wasn't enough time in the day to go to work, grade a month’s worth of assignments, prep lessons for the rest of the working week and then come home and make your husband a five-course meal. It just couldn't happen, and so as you stood in line waiting for your order of Chinese takeout, you hoped Steve would be alright with yet another dinner picked up on your way home from Midwood High School.

The first year of your marriage had been full of home-cooked meals prepared with enough love to drown cupid. But as you transitioned from a middle school teacher to a high school English instructor and Steve found himself wrapped up in conflict after conflict, neither of you had time for cooking by your third year wed. But that didn't mean you two still couldn't squeeze in a moment of your busy lives for each other.

As you finally reached your apartment after a long walk from Panda Express, the food gripped tightly to your side, you had half expected your home to be filled with the clanging of plates and cutlery as Steve set the dining table in anticipation of your arrival. But when you pushed open your front door, only silence greeted you.

“Steve?” you called out.

And when no response returned, you set the takeout on the kitchen island and walked over to the landline, the answering machine blinking brightly. With a quick press of the play button, Steve’s voice as sultry as ever filled the small room, honking cars sounding all around him.

“Hi honey, it's me. I'm stuck on the FDR parkway and I'm going to be home late. I should have left work earlier but I've had one of those days. I'll tell you all about it when I get home. I love you.”

A soft click chimed and then his voice was gone.

“Oh Steve, again?” you whispered to yourself.

You knew what you were getting yourself into by marrying the Captain America, and yet nothing could have prepared you for all the nights spent completely alone and the nonstop worrying while Steve was off fighting yet another outer-worldly threat to humanity. You couldn't fault him for putting his duty to protecting others first—that was just the kind of man he was, and it was one of the many reasons you married him in the first place.

But still you couldn’t hide your disappointment as you watched his dinner go cold or went through celebratory moments by yourself. Finding out you were a few weeks pregnant should have been the happiest day of your life, but instead it was as isolating as ever with Steve away in Austria and it broke your heart to deliver the news to him over the phone. He couldn’t kiss you, caress you, or even rub his hand along your belly, feeling the spot that would house his child for nine months. But he was home now, and being an hour late was far better than being oceans away.

Even though you had a long work day, you still wanted to make tonight special. It wasn't an anniversary; you didn't have any more surprising news to share. Today was a typical spring day, but whenever Steve was in town, you cherished every waking moment together.

You kept the takeout warm in the bag as you set the table for two. The small dining room just off of the even smaller kitchen oozed sensualness as you lit an array of white tea candles scattered around the porcelain dinnerware. Once all was to your taste, you headed to the master bedroom.

If you were going to put in this much effort into an improvised dinner date, you might as well dress the part too. You scoured through your closet looking for the scarlet V-neck dress you had worn on only one other occasion—you’re second date with Steve to a winery. When you finally located it, you undressed before your full-length mirror examining your growing belly in the reflection. In less than five months, you would be holding your newborn who was now just about the size of an avocado in your belly. You gave your stomach one last rub before slipping the dress on, and to your surprise, it fit right over your growing bump. You didn’t appreciate it then, but now you were oh-so-grateful for the dress’ stretchy fabric.

You did your best to zip the back up as far as you could. Then you departed back to the kitchen and waited for Steve.

⍟ ⍟ ⍟

After being stuck in traffic for what felt like hours, Steve was finally home. He set his keys on the entryway console table and took off his shoes.

“Honey!” he called to you. “Are you around?”

He was still upset from his work day as he looked up and undid the top button of his white dress shirt, then he loosened his tie. But that all changed as you walked into the tiny foyer of your apartment that just had enough room for the two of you.

“Wow.”

That was all Steve could say as he took you in top to bottom.

He stammered, “you look—”

It brought butterflies to your stomach knowing that you could still make him speechless even after all this time.

“Pregnant,” you finished for him.

He laughed and then shook his head.

“I was going to say beautiful.”

You could feel your cheeks flush as Steve moved towards you. And with one swift movement, he had pulled you into him, his muscular arms wrapped around you.

“I've wanted to do this all day,” he whispered.

As he spoke, you could feel his chest vibrate against your cheek where your head was resting. If he could hold you like this forever, you would die happy.

He loosened his hold around you and took a step back.

“What?” you questioned, searching as far into his deep blue eyes as they'd allow.

He positioned his hand under your face and pushed your chin up.

“And I've wanted to do this,” he said before planting his lips on yours.

It was sweet and gentle. No matter how many times you kissed him, each felt like the very first time. He made you helplessly giddy and when his hands explored your body, he sent shivers down every last inch of your body.

“Steve...” you breathed into his mouth, gasping for air.

You could feel him smile against your lips. He loved when he got you all hot and bothered.

“Shh,” he mouthed, silencing you back into submission, back to mingling your tongue with his.

And for a while it worked until you pulled away.

“Steve,” you stammered between uneven breaths, “I've gotten Chinese takeout for us.”

He grinned at how flustered he had made you.

You continued after another deep breath, “It's already cold.”

He tugged you back into his chest and held you there.

“Well it'll just have to stay cold,” he teased, his breath hot against the top of your head. “I'm not finished with you yet.”

If his voice was tangible it would have stripped you of your clothes right then and there. Steve was so effortlessly sensual it was surprising that you were able to get anything done around him. How could you not want to jump his bones all day every day when he looked so good and said all the right things? The answer was simple: you couldn't.

You loosened yourself from Steve’s strong grip. Then you reached for his hand, pulling him along with you through your apartment’s main hallway towards your bedroom.

When you walked through the doorway you didn’t need to say anything, you both knew what was about to go down.

You stood in front of your bed, your back towards him.

“Unzip me,” you whispered and Steve was happy to oblige.

He moved slow. One hand pulled down the zipper as far as it could, the other was planted on your hip. He placed kisses on the back of your neck, working his way down your spine. As goosebumps prickled at your skin, he helped you step out of the red fabric. Completely exposed, he spun you around so he could take in your bare front.

“God you're beautiful,” he gushed, his eyes trailing over every inch of you.

Then he bent down on his knees so that he was eye-level to your stomach. He placed both of his palms against your belly, his hands warm against your skin.

“I hope they look just like you,” Steve whispered.

You snaked your hands through his hair and smiled down at him.

“Oh Steve.” His name poured off your lips slowly, the way honey oozes from a spoon.

And that was enough to make his eyes haze over with desire. He wanted you right here, right now and you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't craving the same.

You pulled at Steve’s biceps, urging him to stand back up. And when he had done so, you got to work unbuttoning his dress shirt as he yanked off his tie. Your hands ran up and down his exposed chest, tracing over every dip and crevice of his muscular upper half. Once they brushed upon the top of his pants, you maintained eye contact with him as you began toying with his belt, teasing him.

“Y/n...” he groaned. He hated when you made him wait.

“Is this what you want?” you teased, fondling his large buldge begging to burst through his pants.

He sighed loudly and you took it as a yes.

After undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants, you reached your hand deep into his boxers. You had Steve growling your name as your worked him to a point of no return. Over and over, he threw his head back and you smiled at your handiwork. But before he could reach his end, he grabbed at your hand.

“On the bed,” he demanded.

His voice was far to stern and salacious to not obey and so you found yourself mounting the mattress with haste, your back tingling at the contact of the cold sheets.

It didn't take him long to spread you open and give his full attention to your most intimate parts. He had you screaming his name as he kissed in between your thighs, his tongue brushing all the right spots.

When you finally dug your fingers into his dirty blonde strands, pulling him closer to where you needed him to be, he decided that it was time to quit before he lacked the strength to control himself. Steve was the definition of self-restraint but around you, composure flew out the window.

“Noooo,” you pouted, “don't stop.”

Steve shook his head and then stood up, taking a step from the bed. If he could put some distance between you and him, he might just be able to hold out.

You sat upright and reached for his hand. “I need you.”

“I can't,” he protested, shaking his hand free of yours. “I'm going to hurt you.”

You stood and moved towards him, pressing your front against his.

“You won't,” you assured.

Steve glared down at your belly and like a lightbulb sparking to life above your head, you finally realized where his hesitation was stemming from.

You brushed your hand against his arm.

“You won't hurt the baby either, Steve.”

He shook his head again, that was all he could think to do.

“We just have to go slow and be gentle,” you said.

The thought of him slowly pumping into you brought chills to your skin. You wanted him so bad you could barely contain it anymore.

“But you know I can't do that,” he answered.

“Steve!”

“I’m sorry.”

And he was, truly. He couldn't live with himself if he hurt you or the baby.

“Babe, I promise you we'll be fine,” you protested.

“How do you know that?” he questioned.

You grabbed both of his hands and positioned them on your protruding bump.

“Because I know you couldn't hurt us even if you tried,” you said.

Steve’s gaze was fixed on your stomach, he couldn't focus on anything else.

“But if you don't want to do it, you don't have to,” you continued, caressing his cheek in your hand. “Steve, we can wait. I promise I won't be upset.”

Finally, he eyes shifted from your belly and trailed up to your face. Something had shifted in him and his gorgeously lustful look returned.

“If you feel even the slightest bit of discomfort, you have to tell me. Deal?” he propositioned, wrapping his hands around your waist.

You stretched as tall as you could reach on your tippy-toes and kissed him softly.

“Deal,” you smiled into his lips.

Steve walked you backwards until your legs hit the front of the mattress. Then he gently lifted you up and lowered you carefully onto the bed. Your stomach performed a routine of backflips as you watched him lick his hand and then stroke it on himself. He positioned his pelvis at your entrance and with the smallest of thrusts, he was inside you.

You both sighed instantly at the friction.

“Is this okay?” he asked, maintaining a slow pace.

“Perfect...” you moaned, gripping at the bedsheets to either side of your hands.

You two continued in this gentle rhythm together, working each other’s body until all that was left was pure bliss. Steve was doing his best to control himself, so much so that you could feel him clenching inside you as you straddled him. That couldn't have been pleasurable you rationed and though your body said otherwise, you forced yourself to roll off of him.

“What's wrong?” he asked in a panic. “I knew I was going to hurt you.”

You rested down beside him. And once you were comfortable, you began massaging his chest slowly to calm him.

“You didn't baby,” you assured. Then you sighed, “I'm the one hurting you.”

Steve rolled onto his side to meet you face to face.

“You haven't,” he said. “How could you hurt me?”

If he weren't Captain freakin’ America, you would have been offended by such a statement. The man you were just atop of was practically invincible, and yet he was exhausting himself in an effort to not knock the wind right out of you.

“I’m making you strain yourself and I don't want that,” you sighed. “Let me just help you finish.”

Before he could protest, you dove towards his groin and took him all in. His body twitched at the sensation and you grinned in satisfaction. You bunched your hair into a ponytail and motioned him to take it. Without hesitation, he did, guiding you until he was cursing profanities.

When you could finally speak again, you teased him. “Language, Mr. Rogers, language.”

“I would mind my language if I could,” he answered, nearly breathless.

“Was I that good?” you taunted.

He swung his arms towards the headrest and propped his hands under his head. “Hell yes.”

“Steve!” you laughed, “you've become a full on potty-mouth.”

You rolled onto your side and gazed at his side profile as he laughed along with you. You couldn't help but admire how perfect he looked when he was his most candid self. If father time would let you, you could stay right here and stare at him for the rest of infinity.

“Should we go eat now,” Steve smirked, halting your fantasies. “Or would you like to stare at me some more?”

Of course, you denied his accusation. “I was not starring, Steve.”

But that was as far from the truth as humanly possible. You couldn’t help but stare at him in amazement that he was all yours, and when you brought your little bundle of joy into the world, you had no doubt that you would fell just the same towards them.

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