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I couldn't recover from this.. And I haven't read another parts! God bless my woosy
The Penthouse
1: Ragdoll
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A depraved group of wealthy individuals own the penthouse in which you live, as well as the rights to your body. Their very own shared mistress, and practically a human sex doll for when they need a break from their jobs and families.
Mr. Levinson is the sweetest of your owners. Whenever it's his night at the penthouse, you know to be on your best behavior - and that's why he likes you so much.
Content Warning: Ari Levinson x Reader AU, mature themes, adultery, daddy kink, size kink, mention of other characters x reader, oral f receiving, penetrative sex, degradation, spitting, praise kink, fluff.
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You've grown to learn exactly what to expect from each of your owners, and you know their needs and desires like the back of your hand.
Mr. Levinson is one of your favorites. He might even hold the title for number one - but you'd never admit that to yourself, much less to anyone else. He's the sweetest on you, when you're behaving, and you can't help but have a schoolgirl crush on the gentle giant.
You hear him unlocking the front door before his heavy footsteps stomp down the corridor, making you sit up on the couch. He rarely ever knocks, unlike most of the others. It's almost like he wants to catch you in the middle of doing something wrong, something against his rules, because he loves getting rough with you.
He most likely will anyway, but he prefers having a real reason to.
When he enters the bedroom, you stand up and rush over to him with a wide smile. "Haven't seen you in so long, Mr. Levinson," You whine, clinging onto him as you crane your neck to look up at him. Ari is the tallest, and biggest, of your owners, matched only by Thor who still comes a few inches shorter in all departments.
"I know, baby, I'm sorry," He replies softly, cupping your cheek in his big hand. "I've been real busy recently with those big contracts, didn't get a chance to come see you. But I'm here now." He holds up the bouquet of flowers he brought, making you swoon.
"You know you don't need to do that," You mumble, timidly taking them.
"I want to," He insists, smiling down at you. "It's half an apology for not coming to see you, and half a thank-you for what you're about to let me do to you."
Your mouth goes dry and you place the flowers on the nightstand, blinking up at him. Looking down at your body, he slips his hands under the shoulders of your silk gown. The dim lights let you make out the dark look in his eyes as he gently pushes it off you and drops it to the ground, leaving you in your lace bra and underwear.
"I missed you," You mumble, tugging on his belt. "Missed your cock."
His lips brush against your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. "The others don't fuck you right, do they?" He utters arrogantly, tightly gripping your hips in his big hands. "They don't know how to make you cum like daddy does, do they?"
You're breaking one of Bucky's rules by calling Ari daddy, but you and Ari both know better than to expose that fact to him.
"No, daddy, not like you," You whisper, not entirely telling the truth - but when you're sleeping with multiple dominant and possessive and arrogant personalities, you know to stroke their egos rather than be honest.
Ari pulls you closer to his body as his lips roam your neck and collarbones. He takes in your smell, growling like a wolf as his dick hardens against your stomach. "Haven't stretched that pussy out in so long," He groans, unable to stop himself from thrusting against you. "She misses her daddy, doesn't she?"
He's all-consuming, and your mind goes blank. All you can process is your burning desire to be fucked by him.
"I'm gonna treat her right," Ari promises you, trailing his hand down to your panties and pulling them up by the waistband. "Gonna fuck that tight pussy so good."
You whimper as you feel him pull your panties further up, the lace rubbing against your clit. When you let out a frustrated whine, Ari laughs before lifting you up and tossing you onto the bed like a ragdoll.
"Touch yourself," He grunts, unbuckling his belt as his eyes darken. "Show me what you do when you're all alone, thinking about me."
Biting your lip, you spread your legs, close your eyes and slide your fingers under your panties. Your back arches as you begin to rub your clit, so well-versed in bringing yourself pleasure.
When you open your eyes again, Ari's naked with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down as he watches you. Slowly, he walks closer to the bed, making you buzz with excitement.
"Daddy," You whimper, bucking your hips up.
"I know, kitten," He murmurs, licking his lips. "Don't stop."
Flutters of delight wash over your body as you speed up your fingers. Ari's watchful gaze only makes it hotter as your chest heaves.
He moves closer still, jerking himself off while reaching out to stroke your thigh with his free hand. "That feel good, baby?" He asks you lowly, kneeling onto the bed. "Getting yourself nice and wet for daddy?"
"Mmm, yes," You whisper, rubbing your nipple over your lace bra. "I'm so fucking wet."
"Gonna let me have a taste?" Ari questions you with a smirk. When you cry out a week agreement, he wastes no time in ripping apart your panties and lifting up your legs, resting them on his shoulders.
You hold your breath and grab fistfuls of the bedsheets in preparation. When it comes to Ari, there's no soft, gentle approach. He dives straight in, attacking your clit with his tongue with no mercy.
"Fuck!" You yell, squeezing his head between your thighs. "Fuck, daddy."
He lets out groans as he slurps and swallows your juices, thrusting his hips against the bed. It's safe to say that, of your owners, Ari is the best at giving you head. Steve Kemp is a close second, but the fear that he'd go a little too far when eating you out keeps him from getting first place.
"Just like that, daddy, oh shit," Are the last coherent words you get out before he reduces you to a mess. From then on, it's weak cries and nonsensical babble while Ari shakes his head, groaning against your pussy. He pulls back suddenly to spit on it, the action driving you insane before he dives back in.
His boner rubs against the mattress and his eyes stay trained on your face. He loves seeing the effect he has on you, your moans and the dumb look on your face feeding his ego to no end.
Your hands tug on his soft, luscious hair, making him growl with delight. His tongue fucks into you and his nose rubs against your clit, sending you close to the edge. With his right arm splayed across your hips and keeping you pinned to the bed, he brings his left up to squeeze your breast. His thumb strokes your pebbled nipple over the lace of your bra, sending electric waves through your mind.
"Gonna cum," You warn him as your eyes roll back. "So... so close."
Ari lifts his tongue back up to your clit and sucks on it, groaning lowly. He says something along the lines of, "Cum for me, kitten," but you can barely make it out as it's muffled against your pussy.
With a loud cry, you feel your climax hit. Your legs shake and your hips buck up, as pure bliss courses through your veins. Ari continues licking and sucking, not letting up until you push his forehead back with a gasp.
"Fuck," You whisper, breathing heavily as you gradually come down from your high.
Ari kisses your inner thigh before crawling up to you. He immediately kisses you, moaning into your mouth as you taste yourself on his tongue and feel his hard cock pressed to your stomach. "Missed my kitten," He mumbles as his hand trails down to your cunt. His fingers stroke through your sensitive folds, making you convulse.
"Daddy," You whine as he slips his fingers into your entrance.
"Gotta open you up for daddy's thick cock," Ari mutters, sloppily fingering you with no rhythm. "Get that pussy nice and hungry."
With one hand playing with you, he reaches into the nightstand with the other to take out a condom. He brings the condom to his mouth and rips open the packet while curling his fingers inside you.
A string of moans leaves your mouth and you throw head back into the pillow, desperate to feel him inside you. "Just put it in, daddy," You beg him, digging your nails into his shoulders. "I don't care if it hurts."
He smirks at your words, bringing his cock to your entrance once he's pulled the condom on. "You sure, kitten?" He asks, though he's already taken his fingers out of you and is beginning to inch his dick inside you.
"Please," You cry, sitting up to watch his cock disappear into you. "Oh, fuck."
Chuckling, Ari wraps a hand around your throat. "You like watching me fill you up, don't you? You love it, you naughty girl."
A smile grows on your lips as you glance up to meet his eyes, gasping as he bottoms out, brushing against your g-spot. "Nobody fills me up like you, daddy," You whisper, entranced.
"That's right," He mutters, tightening his grip on your throat slightly. "My little cock-addicted slut, how are you still so fucking tight around me?"
As he begins to fuck you, you let out choked moans, your eyes rolling back. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room, along with his animalistic grunts and your weak cries.
"Your pussy was molded by the angels," He groans lowly, sliding his cock in and out of you. "Made just for me. Fuck."
Gradually, he begins to speed up. He squeezes your face between his thumb and fingers, forcing your mouth open before spitting into it. When you moan with delight, he spits on you again, smirking as your cheeks moisten.
"My little cockwhore," He grumbles, tearing off your bra and throwing it to the side. Leaning down, he latches his mouth onto your nipple and sucks on it, groaning loudly. He alternates between sucking each of your nipples, sending a surge of pleasure through your body.
"Daddy," You breathe out, pulling on his hair. "Daddy."
"Yeah, baby?" He mumbles, looking up at you.
"Turn me around," You whisper coyly. "Wanna feel you deeper."
With a smirk, Ari pulls out of you before grabbing your arm and flipping you onto your stomach as though you weigh nothing. He pulls you up by the waist, spanking your ass as you wiggle your hips.
"You want me deeper, huh?" He asks teasingly, leaning forward to bring his lips to your ear. "Not gonna cry that it hurts too bad?"
The first three times Ari tried to fuck you doggy style, you immediately had to stop because it was allowing his huge member to get way too deep inside you. Since the third attempt when you passed out, he hasn't tried again.
"I don't care if it hurts," You repeat. "I've been practicing."
"Practicing?" Ari repeats with a snort while slapping his heavy cock on your ass. "Using that dildo I got you?"
"Uh-huh," You confirm, turning your head as much as you can to look back at him. "I can take it, daddy. Give it to me."
"As you wish, ma'am," He murmurs, rubbing his tip across your wet folds before bringing it to your craving entrance. Slowly, he pushes in, clenching his jaw as your cunt swallows him. "Fuck, baby, tell me if it's too much."
"Mhm," You reply, biting down on your arm as you prepare for him to fill you up.
"Bet you looked so sexy, fuckin' yourself on that big dildo," He groans, slowly feeding you inch by inch. "Imagining it was daddy's cock, forcing yourself to take as much as you can."
You let out a whine as he stretches you out, breathing deeply as you prepare yourself.
"You still with me, kitten?" He asks, a tinge of concern in his voice.
"I'm not gonna fucking pass out this time," You say through gritted teeth.
He chuckles, sinking a few more inches into you. "How does that feel, baby?"
"Good," You squeak, tightly grabbing the pillows in each hand. "Really, really good."
"That's my good girl," He groans, squeezing your ass. "Such a good little slut for me." Eventually, he's deeper inside you than ever. You can feel him in your core, and it's only slightly uncomfortable.
"Oh, God," You say, feeling a little lightheaded.
"Too much?" He asks lowly, stroking down your spine. "Do you need me to stop?"
Sucking in a deep breath, you shake your head. "No, daddy, fuck me," You request with a whisper. "I'm ready."
His strokes are slow and languid at first, easing you into it as you adjust to his intrusion. Ari makes sure to check in with you every few moments, keeping a keen eye on your face to make sure you haven't passed out again.
"Ari, Ari, fuck," You whine, grinding your hips. "Faster, daddy."
"My good girl, shit, trained yourself to take all of my cock, huh?" He grunts with a cocky grin. "Practicing for daddy, wanted to make me proud?"
"Yes, daddy!" You cry.
He leans over you, resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing kisses to your cheek. "You have, baby, you've made me so proud," He mumbles, fucking you harder. "My obedient little kitten, always so good for me."
"Just for you, daddy," You swear, even believing it yourself in the moment. "I just wanna be perfect for you."
He holds you close in his arms, thrusting his hips over and over as his cock pummels into you. "Aw, how fucking cute," Ari murmurs, kissing your neck. "You are perfect for me, baby, you make daddy feel so good." He brings his hand down to spank you, making you whine. "That's it, my perfect little kitten."
"Daddy, can I cum?" You ask him timidly, close to your edge.
"Mmm, you wanna cum?" He asks you, cupping your throat in his hand. "Huh? My slut wants to cum?"
"Please," You beg, meeting his eyes as your voice lowers. "Please."
Ari's blue eyes bore into yours as he slides his free hand under your body where it finds your clit. Rubbing soft circles into it, he keeps his eyes on you, watching as you come undone at his hands.
Your breaths become quick and shallow as your end approaches, and he recognizes the look on your face. "It's okay, kitten, I've got you," He whispers as his cock twitches inside you. "Just let go. Daddy's got you. Cum for me."
He tightens his grip on your throat, restricting your breath the way he knows you love and giving you the extra push you need to lose control. With a strangled cry of his name, your tension is released and an intense wave of bliss drowns you. You feel relief, pleasure, and pure rapture as your mind blurs.
"Good girl," Ari growls into your ear as your cunt clenches around him. "Fuck, tell me to cum."
"Cum for me, daddy," You whine weakly, floating on cloud nine. "I need you to cum."
"Yeah, baby, take it," He grunts, sitting up and grabbing your hips before fucking you harder. You feel dizzy as he groans your name repeatedly, cumming hard. "That's my girl."
Ari thrusts a few more times before pulling out, breathing heavily. He drops your hips, letting you fall flat onto the bed, before taking off the condom and tossing it into the wastebasket by the bed.
You're on your face, catching your breath and fucked out when you feel him leaning down to kiss your shoulder. Gently, he turns you onto your back, a whisper of a smile on his face.
"Did so well for me, kitten," He mutters, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. "Didn't think we'd ever get there, but we did it."
"High-five," You say lazily, holding up your palm which he slaps. "We finally did doggy."
"Do you know what that means?" He asks you with a sly smirk. "That means you can ride me without complaining about it hurting too much, now."
"Fuck," You groan, throwing your head back. "I should've kept my mouth shut."
He laughs, wrapping his arms around you. "Oh, please. I know you're a slut for cowgirl; you don't think Rogers and I ever compare notes?"
Gasping, you hit his chest. "You better not be discussing our sex with the others," You warn him. "If Bucky finds out I call you daddy-"
"He'd cut my dick off, I know," Ari finishes with an eye roll. "I'm not an idiot, baby. That's our little secret."
"Good. You saw what he did to Thor when he put it in me without wearing a condom," You say curtly, shivering at the memory.
"I know, I know," He assures you, stroking your hair. "You don't have to worry, kitten. I'm smarter than I look."
Leaning over to the nightstand, you pick up the bouquet of flowers he brought you and smile coyly. "Someone's got a little crush," You sing teasingly, making him chuckle.
"I just saw them and thought of you," He claims casually, making your eyes widen.
"Okay, you definitely have a crush," You say, putting them down.
"Shut up, you slut," Ari utters before kissing you. It's slow and soft, but you don't let yourself take it seriously.
That was Bucky's first rule. Never take it seriously.
"As lovely as this has been," You say once you pull away, resting a hand against his chest. "It's almost 11. You should go."
He lets out a sigh, looking you up and down as though taking a mental image for later. "Alright," He agrees with a huff, getting up and putting his clothes back.
You watch as he pulls on his pants himself, smiling coyly at him. "Don't make me wait so long before your next visit again," You request. "Almost died."
Ari smirks while zipping up his jeans. "Don't worry, kitten, I'll be back soon," He promises before putting on his shirt. "Gotta see if Steve was right about your riding skills."
Snorting, you toss a pillow at him which he effortlessly catches before throwing back at your head. You stand up and take your gown from the floor, pulling it on while following him to the front door.
"Drive safe, Mr. Levinson," You say once he walks out, leaning against the doorframe and watching as he presses the button for the elevator.
"Lock the door behind you," He reminds you, rushing back to steal one last kiss from you before walking backwards to the open elevator, shooting you a wink.
"Good night," You call out, giving him a smile.
Ari gives you a salute, smiling back. "Good night, kitten."
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a/n: a gentle welcome to this series. don't expect your other owners to be so nice, though.
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captainapple · 5 months
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I am horny and melting at the same time... AND THE LAST LINE?! I AM GONE! I AM GONE!
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Hiiiii, can I request fem reader losing her virginity to protective, Nomad or End Game Steve please??? tysm!
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𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve rogers x girlfriend! reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After a few months of dating, Steve's return home and newfound stability have created the perfect opportunity for you to consider taking your relationship with him to the next level.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, loss of virginity, little use of y/n, p in v sex, unprotected sex, established relationship. vaginal fingering (fem rec), oral sex (fem rec)
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫❜𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I couldn't really make mind. So technically this is nomad!steve without the beard. I hope you like this anon. Haven't written this trope in awhile!
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑
“I miss your beard,” she whispered against his lips, straddling his lap as she played with his longer hair, letting her hands run through the soft strands. “I know you had to grow it out when you were on the run but, I don’t know. I think you should grow it back, for me.” She pulled away slightly, pouting as she looked up at him.
Steve’s hands rested at her sides, rubbing soft little circles on her hips as he listened to her talk, a small smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.
“You like the beard, huh?” His smirk grew into a mischievous grin. “Why? Think it would feel good between your thighs?”
He caught her in another kiss before she had the chance to reply. His question made her stomach churn with butterflies as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She whimpered against his mouth as one hand traveled upward from her hip and stopped right on top of her left breast.
Steve grinned as he gently massaged her breast through the thin fabric of her t-shirt and the cotton of her bra. With his other hand, he gripped her hip again and firmly brought her closer to his lap, pressing himself flush against her warmth.
He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and moaned low when she parted her lips so that their tongues could swirl together. They didn’t get many nights like this alone, being the only two in her apartment since James had been called away by Natasha on some super-secret mission, but when they did finally have each other all to themselves, it was always mind-blowing.
Steve slowly began rocking his hips forward as they continued to kiss, making them both moan into each other’s mouths as friction built up between them.
He kissed across her jaw until he reached the base of her neck and sucked gently. She moaned softly before pulling away to look down at him. “Steve, I think I’m ready.”
When Steve looked up, the glazed lust had been replaced by sudden apprehension in her boyfriend’s baby blues. “Ready?”
A slow smile spread across her face. “Mmmhmm. All the way this time.” She leaned down to nip at his lips before kissing him deeply.
Steve returned the kiss slowly, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her body even closer to his. His other hand left her breast and slid underneath the hem of her t-shirt. It traced soft patterns on her back before working its way higher, fingers skimming along the strap of her bra.
Steve pulled away again, his hand cupping the side of her cheek. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? I don’t want to pressure you.”
She nodded with a small smile, leaning forward to kiss him briefly. “I’m ready,” she reassured him, her hand gripping at the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
Steve hummed into the next kiss, and then he stood suddenly, picking her up with him. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, feeling dizzy from the change of position and from his kisses. He kept a strong hold of her and carried her through her bedroom door.
As soon as they entered, Steve sat on the bed with her in his lap, not parting their kiss for a single moment. She grinned against his mouth, loving when he displayed his super soldier strength and just picked her up without effort.
She rocked her hips, rubbing her heat over the front of his pants, causing them both to groan loudly. He smiled against her lips before pulling away. “I love how eager you are. But before we go any further, tell me what you like?”
Y/N stared at him blankly. Steve pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.
“What do you like? What do you want me to do to you?” He kissed her nose as her expression softened. “What kind of touch do you like? Do you like soft or rough? Gentle or hard?” A soft chuckle escaped his throat. “Tell me how you want it, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you however you like.”
Her cheeks burned, knowing there was no option but to be honest with Steve. Her boyfriend wasn’t known for backing down until he had gotten the most information possible on a subject; she had always appreciated his dedication to preparation and research when they were in situations where it could cost them their lives.
But having sex with Steve Rogers was on another level of anxiety-inducing. “I, um... I like it hard,” she mumbled bashfully, looking away.
Steve kissed the side of her head tenderly before reaching up to tangle his fingers into her hair and bring her gaze back to meet his. “Hard?” he asked, an amused grin lighting up his face. “That can mean lots of things. Tell me more.”
Her cheeks heated even more, creeping down onto her neck and chest, and Steve kissed her sweetly once again, nibbling on her lower lip before pulling away. “Well, I’m not sure since this is my first time...” she replied awkwardly, letting the sentence hang in the air.
“So, I’ll show you,” he murmured in her ear, sending shivers down her spine as she clung tighter to him, her hands gripping his shirt. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal, you know. We’ll figure out what you like. Alright?”
She nodded, relaxing slightly as she looked at him.
Steve’s gaze seemed darker than usual as he leaned forward to brush his lips against hers. “If you’re nervous, we can start slow. I’ll keep going, okay?” His voice was soft and reassuring. She felt butterflies stir once more as she thought about him continuing whatever he had in store.
She wanted so badly to let herself just let go and enjoy his attention, to give all of her to him without any barriers between them. Her entire body was quivering in anticipation and the desire for release, and she didn’t want to waste any more time. She trusted him so much that she felt like she was on cloud nine. “Okay,” she finally said.
His lips grazed against her jawline again. “Then relax,” he breathed against the sensitive skin there before nibbling lightly on the flesh, drawing out an involuntary gasp.
“You’ve already loosened up so nicely. Just feel.”
And then Steve began his ministrations, his mouth traveling slowly down her neck before leaving open-mouthed kisses along her collarbones and chest, alternating between light sucks and gentle bites as he worked his way from one shoulder to the other. He leaned back slightly, taking off her shirt as his eyes met hers.
When he did, she swore she saw sparks dancing in his gaze as they scanned her body. She tried to stay calm while watching his movements closely, though she couldn’t help shivering under the intensity of his stare.
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He gradually slipped out of the rest of his clothes until the two of them were just in their underwear. “Let’s begin.” His voice sounded smooth and controlled, but he was smiling devilishly up at her. She whimpered at the loss of contact and buried her face into his chest.
“Trust me.”
He gently pushed her back on the bed as he hovered above her, his lips trailing kisses down her neck once more. As if he was trying to memorize every dip, curve, or mark on her skin. His hands stroked up and down her sides and over her hips as his kisses continued down her chest, past her breasts and towards her navel.
He paused when he reached the line of her panties before dipping lower to pepper kisses at the tops of her thighs, using his teeth to scrape over her soft skin lightly, which made her legs twitch slightly. He smirked against her skin and repeated the action a few times until her leg trembled involuntarily again. “Steve,” she breathed.
Steve chuckled softly as his hand brushed across her clit. “I like the way you say my name, sweetheart,” he mumbled, before continuing to leave burning kisses on her skin. “Say it again.” His hand slid beneath the material of her panties, and his fingers spread to cup her completely, holding her heat right there.
She couldn’t stop a soft gasp from escaping as his middle finger slipped between the folds, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive bud.
“Stevie!” she moaned softly, arching her back up slightly against the touch of his hand, and his breath fanned over her hot, slick center. He dipped his tongue between her folds, licking broadly at her clit.
Her hands gripped tightly at the blankets underneath her as she gasped. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and completely unlike anything she had ever felt. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself, so she stayed perfectly still.
The sensation continued to build as he licked and sucked her sensitive flesh into his mouth, sucking her clit between his lips, applying the slightest amount of pressure against the bundle of nerves.
He curled his finger inside of her, stroking over her g-spot before adding a second finger. She bucked her hips upwards against his face.
“Oh god... oh god, Stevie! I’m... oh god I think I’m gonna c—” Her words cut off in a loud cry as a wave of ecstasy swept through her body, sending goosebumps along her limbs.
He smiled against her soaked heat as he licked up and down her slit, tasting her wetness before pressing a kiss to her swollen clit. “That’s it, baby. Give me all of it,” he encouraged with a sly smirk before lowering his face between her thighs again and lapping eagerly at her soaked entrance.
After she came down from her high and her body relaxed, his lips pressed another kiss to her sex before pulling away. “Do you want to continue?” He crawled up the bed until he hovered over her.
She nodded, wrapping her arms around her neck. “Yes. I want you inside me,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. Steve gazed at her for a long moment, his eyes dark and predatory as he looked her up and down, seeming to decide whether he should deny her wish or give her everything she wanted. She hoped he would give in because she definitely needed him at this point. “Please,” she begged. “I need you.”
Steve gave her a soft smile, reaching out to trace his finger down her nose gently. “Okay.”
She sighed contently and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers together, letting her thumb stroke the side of his palm. “I promise to go slow. Let me know if I’m hurting you, alright?”
She nodded again as she stared up at him, taking note of how beautiful he was in this lighting as the soft yellow light of the sunset washed over his skin and shone in his bright blue eyes. The shadows danced along his face, accentuating his jaw and cheekbones. She reached her free hand up, cupping his cheek. “Thank you for this.”
He turned his head to press a kiss to her palm, his eyes locked on hers as he smiled. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Her heart thudded excitedly, and she tugged on his hand, pulling him closer to her until their bodies lined up together and her bare breasts brushed against his chest.
Their mouths met again, kissing slowly, exploring every inch of the other person’s mouth. When they finally broke apart, they were panting heavily as their eyes met, gazing hungrily at each other.
“I want you, Stevie. Please.”
Steve nodded once, leaning down to brush his nose against hers. “My pleasure,” he murmured softly.
Y/N shifted slightly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he aligned his length against her dripping core and sank his cock inside of her slowly, inch by delicious inch. She squeezed around him, desperate for friction, as he buried his face into her neck and groaned.
His thrusts started off shallow, keeping the pace slow and steady. She clung tight to his body, nails digging into his skin, wanting so badly to make him move faster. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Faster please, I wanna feel you.”
Steve grunted as he lifted his head up from her shoulder. “Patience, baby. I got you.” He kissed her again and quickened the pace of his thrusts. His tongue stroked lazily over hers and she couldn’t help but whimper against his mouth at the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her wet heat.
Her toes curled. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her as she met each thrust with her own hips. His breaths were heavy and hot on her neck and cheek, making her shiver at the feeling.
His rhythmic movement and the constant stimulation had her walls pulsing around his hardness, clenching down on him like a vice. The feeling was almost overwhelming, almost painful, but unbelievably incredible all at once.
She moaned, throwing her head back as she dug her heels into his lower back, pressing him forward, urging him to go even harder. He obliged with ease, slamming into her repeatedly, his hips moving with a fluid motion. She felt another orgasm building fast within her as he kept pounding against her G-spot. She cried out, gasping as she clung desperately to his shoulders.
They both moaned as they climaxed together, bodies writhing and shuddering together while waves of bliss crashed over them. Steve rested his forehead against hers as he panted, peppering sweet kisses across her face.
Once they caught their breath, Steve pulled out of her and rolled off of her, lying next to her on his side. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer so she could now feel his body heat against her skin. “How do you feel, honey?” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss on her temple.
“Happy,” she replied immediately, snuggling into his embrace. Her chest felt like it was full of helium and about to float away. It was such a satisfying feeling; this contentment, this relief at finally having done something she’d been wanting to do for months. Finally, being intimate with her boyfriend after all this time. A satisfied smile spread across her lips. “I love you.”
Steve placed a hand under her chin, lifting her head up to meet his gaze. They locked eyes, their breathing heavy and ragged as they stared deep into each other’s souls. “You’re amazing,” he sighed. “Beautiful. Perfect in every way.” He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, gently sucking on the swollen flesh. “And I love you too.”
As their eyes closed, his arms wrapped around her, cradling her body tightly against his, holding her protectively and securely as he whispered sweet praises to her. “Perfect, sweetheart, perfect... absolutely magnificent.”
He ran his hands down her sides, gripping her hips tightly before bringing one of them to cup her ass possessively. Her eyes shot open as she gasped in surprise at the sudden gesture, his words only further exciting her.
“What are you doing?” She asked, laughing softly.
Steve didn’t reply. Instead, he simply stared deeply into her eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust. His gaze flicked between her face and her chest, seemingly torn between which part of her he wanted to look at more intensely.
His nostrils flared slightly, a small hint of pink coloring his cheeks as he watched her intently. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, furiously blinking away whatever thoughts crossed his mind, struggling to regain control.
As he watched her carefully, his jaw clenched as if fighting a primal urge to take her once again. She squirmed in place, feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze, wishing he would stop staring so fiercely at her.
Slowly, he inched closer to her until his forehead touched against hers. His eyes fell closed, his breathing steady as he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her perfume, her sweat, her musk. Her fingers found themselves threading through his golden locks, tracing delicate patterns through them as his warm breath tickled her nose and cheeks.
“I’m glad you’re my first,” she mumbled, voice husky with sleep, breaking their silence. Steve chuckled lowly, raising a hand to caress the side of her face.
He pressed a tender kiss to her lips before laying his head back down on his pillow. “Me too, sweetheart. Go to sleep. We can talk in the morning about what just happened here.”
She giggled tiredly before burying herself into the crook of his neck. “Just promise me one thing, okay? Promise you’ll consider growing back the beard? I miss it.” He laughed.
Steve held her close, running his fingers through her hair soothingly. As the minutes ticked by, Y/N found her eyes growing heavier and heavier until they eventually fluttered closed.
And as she drifted off to dreamland, she swore she heard Steve whisper something softly in her ear before slipping into unconsciousness. “Anything for my darling.”
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captainapple · 5 months
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My mind is just too wild for you to handle...
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I like Malyshka's style 😏
I can’t imagine this happening but has Bucky ever yelled at Malyshka ?
He did raise his voice once the night she gave her bodyguards the slip, they had a fight and the next morning, they were both a little on edge.
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Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader
CW: Smut, implied arguments, dom/sub dynamics.
AN: Written on my phone and unbetad.
☆Mafia Masterlist☆Bumblebee Series
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"Excuse me?" Your tone is soft, almost curious, it belies the glare you're leveling his way. "Tell me again what I can't do?"
Bucky grits his teeth, the muscle in his jaw ticks. He never meant for this fight to spill over into the next morning. He had planned on apologizing until he saw you packing your bag for your bachelorette party.
A whole day early.
Jealous and an unfamiliar emotion roiling in the depths of chest had his tongue moving faster than his brain. His chance to make things right went up in flames the second his mouth opened and he told you that you couldn't have any dancers at your party.
What he really meant to say was he needed more time with you after yesterday.
Instantly all the progress he made last night was eradicated. Now he's desperately wavering between holding on to his pride and risking making things worse or begging for forgiveness.
"Malyshka—"
"Don't Malyshka me, James." You step up to him, wrapping your hand around his obsidian tie, and yank him down to your level. Taking your phone out of your pocket, you manage to call your best friend without breaking eye contact with him. She picks up on the second ring. Her greeting echoes through the quiet bedroom.
"Hey girl, listen you know how I said I wanted to keep things low key and girls only for my party?" you respond, pulling him even closer so your lips are almost touching.
You don't want him to miss a single word.
"I changed my mind. I want it all. Strippers. Lap dances—"Bucky's brows knit and his deep blue eyes take on a dangerous glint. "Matter of fact, instead of one night let's make it the whole weekend. You think you can still get us into that club?"
"Hell yeah," she exclaims, immediately rattling off all the places she's going to take you this weekend. He nods slowly, murmuring something under his breath.
"Can't wait," you say, grinning wickedly. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you bite down and watch his eyes darken. You hang up, letting him go at the same time. Abruptly spinning on your heel, you head back to the bed and open up your overnight bag. Critically eyeing everything you already packed, you toss out the sweatpants. "I won't be needing these anymore."
Bucky watches as you stroll over to the dresser and pull out a handful of lingerie. "These will look much better on me. How touchy do these lap dances get? I never gotten one before so I better get my money's worth."
"Malyshka," he chuckles, his voice deepening to a near growl, the sound sends a pulse of heat down your belly. "I thought I explained to you last night what happens when you don't listen to me."
He catches the way you shiver as the memories of last night replay in your head.
The room fills with your frantic cries of dontstopBucky and mindless pleas for more and more. Sweat rolls down your back, your hands clawing at his shoulders, trying to get a hold of something, anything as he bounces your trembling body on his cock.
He made you promise to never leave without protection, to call him first before acting brazenly, to not scare him again.
He made you promise a lot last night, half of which you don't even remember, so drunk off mind-blowing pleasure that everything became a haze after the fifth, maybe sixth, time Bucky brought you to your peak.
"Guess I forgot." You say, defiantly meeting his sharp gaze and select his favorite pair of panties, deliberately adding them to the pile you're making.
A smirk stretches across his plush lips and he casually walks to you, pinning you to the dresser with his large body. Clasping your chin in his hand, he tilts your face up as his calloused thumb sweeps across your cheek. "I'll remind you."
"Apologize first," you demand, your breath coming out on a shaky exhale. Even when you're mad at him, you still need him. But that doesn't mean you won't make him work for it.
"Do you want me to say it—" Bucky shrugs off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves, keeping you in place with a firm press of his hips. He drops his hand between your bodies and gently cups your pussy. "—or get down on my knees and show you how sorry I am? You know what they say about actions meaning more than words."
It's not a difficult decision.
"I want both."
"That's my girl." His lips graze your ear, his bartione rolls across your skin, a heady pulse flaring between your thighs. "And have your little fun this weekend but I swear I'm about to fuck you so good, you're going to feel me inside you the entire time."
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We'll explore the bodyguard incident and the bachelorette/bachelor parties in more detail. Do you really think Bucky will let her get that lap dance? 👀
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The sweetness, the cuteness, the tension... PERFECT!
Bad Cop
You live in a safe part of town. Being married to a cop Steve wasn’t about to put his family at risk if he could help it. He’s worked hard, you both had, but he’d made Captain in department record time and then you’d had Thomas.
Thomas’s favorite part of the day was when Daddy came home. Steve would come in, his uniform a little less crisp than it was when he left, his smile a little sadder and his eyes a little more exhausted. He’d scoop up Tommy, swing him over his head and pretend to eat his belly, much to a scream laughing Tommy’s delight. Then he’d look at you with those tired, eyes and curl an arm around your shoulders to pull you in for a kiss.
You tried not to worry about him while he was at work. You tried not to talk about his work unless he brought it up. But it wasn’t easy.
Steve is like clockwork, so when you hear someone at the door you’re confused. He shouldn’t be home, not yet. You pull up the camera and to your horror see a man in a black ball cap trying to see into your home.
You’re calling Steve before you even process what you’re doing.
“Hey Honey,”
“Someone is trying to break in.” You tell him sprinting up the stairs and to where Thomas is sleeping.
“What.”
“Someone is trying to break in!”
“Buck, my place. Now.” Steve says, “where are you Honey?”
“Thomas’ room. He’s still napping.” You whisper you can hear him sprinting.
“If you hear anything breaking get him and get in the closet okay? We’re already on our way. We don’t want the sirens on because we don’t want him to know where we are.”
“Okay.”
“Two minutes Honey.” You’ve never loved living in a small town more. Then you hear glass shatter.
“Oh no. Glass.”
“Get Thomas, and get in the closet. Do not come out until I come get you okay?”
“Okay.” You whisper, you know he can hear the fear in your voice as you make your way to the little bed that Tommy sleeps in now and scoop him up. Whoever is in your home must not realize you’re there, he’s not being quiet by any means. You hope that Thomas will go back to sleep but when you look over at him those bright blue eyes are looking right at you.
“Baby, we’ve gotta be super quiet okay? We’re playing hide and seek and we don’t want to get found okay?”
“Daddy?” He asks sleepily and you shush him gently.
“Soon. But we have to be so quiet.” How aren’t Steve and Bucky here yet? Your heart is in your throat as you listen to the feet come upstairs. “Steve. Upstairs.” You whisper into the phone holding Thomas tightly. Luckily your two year old seems to understand something isn’t okay.
“I can see the house Honey. I’m going to hang up because we’re coming in hot. I love you. Stay there.”
Nothing in your life has sounded worse that the disconnect tone.
You hear Thomas’ door open and feet come into the room but quickly leave. The only real valuable item in the room is the baby monitor. Then you hear it.
“Don’t you fucking move. Put your hands up! Put your fucking hands up!” Steve yells and Thomas looks at the door and squeals,
“Daddy!”
“You picked the wrong ass house man.” You hear Bucky say just before the closet door is pulled open and your husband yanks you to him.
“Oh thank god.” He breathes into your neck before kissing Thomas on top of his head. Then he presses a searing kiss to your lips.
“They okay Cap?” A third voice calls as two more officers come upstairs. Bucky hands off the man in the hat to the younger officer, Parker you think, and you give Sam a little smile.
“We’re okay.”
“I’m taking the rest of the day.” Steve tells Bucky who nods then heads out of the house.
“You don’t have to.”
“Honey, he broke a window in the house, I’m not leaving you here with a broken window.” Steve says kissing you again, “Also, I need this Honey. Never been so scared in my life.”
“Daddy,” Thomas reaches for Steve.
“Hey buddy, Dad’s gonna change first.” He doesn’t love holding Thomas for too long with all of his gear on, which you appreciate. “Come with me?” He asks you and you weave your fingers through his. Steve presses a kiss to the back of your hand and leads you out of the room. You go to your bedroom where his gun safe is, this one only opens with his fingerprints because you didn’t want little eyes watching and figuring out a code. Even if he couldn’t reach now that wouldn’t be the case forever. Steve puts his mace, taser and gun all in the case then changes quickly. You and Thomas sit on the bed, well you sit and Thomas practices his body slams on your pillows.
“Are you okay?” Steve asks looking over at you.
“Yea, I just can’t believe it happened.” You tell him. “I’m glad the station is so close.”
“Me too.”
“Did you recognize him?”
“No, why?”
“I’m just wondering if it was a targeted attack or if it was really just bad luck on his part.”
“Until we hear otherwise it was just bad luck okay?” He says making his way to the side of the bed. “You did everything right.” He tells you cupping your face in his hands, you didn’t realize how much you’d needed to hear that. Steve leans in to kiss you when Thomas realizes that his dad is fair game to play with now.
“Put your fucking hands up Daddy!” You both freeze a breath away from one another.
“Did he?” Steve murmurs,
“Yup.” You affirm and he groans softly. You press a quick kiss to his lips. “This one is all you Rogers.” You tease as Thomas yells, “Put your fucking hands up Daddy! You’re the bad guy!” Steve groans softly dropping his forehead to your shoulder and you have to bite back a laugh.
This should be interesting.
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captainapple · 7 months
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I'M OFFICIALLY BACK!!!!!!
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I'm all yours, Bucky! I'm all yours!
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miss ma'am. those tags are a personal attack. a very very personal attack
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does he leave his suit on? including the watch and rings?
So NSFW thots below. Minors DNI.
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Pairing:Mafia!Bucky x Reader
CW: Overstimulation kink, choking kink, begging kink, CMNF kink, edging kink.
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He leaves the suit on, the charcoal grey fabric makes his piercing eyes an even deeper blue.
Your gaze follows the languid movements of his large ring-adorned hands, they fit perfectly around the back of your thighs when he's picking you up. The smooth cold rings press into your warm skin as he shows you why his hands make a perfect necklace, settling loosely around your throat as he peers down at you.
He stripped you down, piece by piece until you were standing, naked, vulnerable, in front of the mobster.
"Bucky that wasn't my fault," you explain, shivering under his intense gaze.
He raises his brows, a cocky hint of a smirk pulls at his lips and he tilts your head up. Silent. Just watching you. He hasn't spoken a word since he ripped Luca away from you.
He knows it wasn't your fault. You're always such a sweet little thing for him.
Unfortunately for you, the only thing Bucky enjoys more than you wrapped around him, is you begging and whimpering and so fucking desperate for him that you can't think.
Bucky can't decide what he's going to do to you first. Spread your thighs and spank your pretty aching clit until you're soaked or fuck your mouth until you're gagging and choking on him, your pretty eyes on his as you taking every inch down your throat like the good girl you are.
Either way, it's all going to end the same way.
Bucky's going to tear you apart and put you back together so good that you'll feel him everywhere. He's going to ruin your pretty little pussy, keep you so full and stretched tight around him until you can't stand to be empty.
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THE WAIT IS WORTH IT!!! The way you put everything all together was genius! The emotions and love somehow served beautifully and I can't tell you all the mixed feelings I was having when I read this 😍😍😍
Word Count: 4,977
Warnings: Smut. 18+ readers only. Explicit sexual content. Rough sex. Steve suffers emotional distress. Kidnapping and hostage situation.
Master List
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R is for Risk
The atmosphere vibrated with stress. Like the tolling of bells in a provincial town, tension echoed off the walls. Your mind shied away from the metaphor as soon as you thought of it. John Donne’s poem, asking for whom the bell tolled, wasn’t an analogy you wanted to connect with at the moment. It was too close to acknowledging the truth of your predicament and that wasn’t a topic you could mentally cope with right now.
After all, how did a person handle dancing on the edge of death, other than by ignoring it?
Taskmaster turned and tilted his masked head to the side, looking like a very ugly German Shepherd puppy.
“Time’s running out, girl. Better start praying your boyfriend turns up.”
You tilted your chin and met his threat with defiance. Inside, your stomach was churning. But it would be a disaster if Taskmaster knew his effect on you.
He loved seeing terror, but loved knowing that he was causing it even more. You’d clocked the glee in his voice when he’d broken your finger on video for Steve to witness. The wound still ached but had mostly gone numb as the hours counted down.
“How am I going to kill you, my pretty…? It would be more dramatic to leave your face intact, I think. Or perhaps not. I should deny him the sight of such a lovely visage ever again, so he can only remember you the way you were on our last few calls.”
Taskmaster laughed.
You rolled your eyes. “Visage? Have you been reading Jane Austen recently? No. Let me guess. Charlotte Brontë.”
His smirk didn’t budge.
“I find it fascinating that no matter how I threaten you, it doesn’t disturb you as much as when I remind you how terribly this will scar Steve. You’re really in love, aren’t you? I always thought it was his looks. Say, does he actually have an eight pack under those pressed shirts and khakis?”
You sneered. “Are you coming for my boyfriend? He’s taken.”
“Got him all leashed up, huh?”
“There’s no leash. He loves me. I love him - that’s all there is to it.”
Taskmaster’s face moved in a way that suggested he was wrinkling his nose under his mask.
“Have you ever been in love?”
He stiffened, shoulders pulling tight as his arms drew back, bringing his elbows in toward his torso.
Your eyes narrowed.
“A psychopath who’s been in love. Interesting.”
“Shut it, girl.”
Taskmaster swung away and moved to check the cellphone he’d placed on the counter.
A timer had been set right after the first ransom call. The digital clock was ticking down the minutes to your demise. If the Avengers didn’t hand over the vibranium ore stored in Tony’s safe, Taskmaster would kill you. Or to be more precise, his words had been, splatter your brains all over the wall.
“Three minutes left. If he loved you, he wouldn’t cut it so close.”
“If you were in his shoes, and the woman you loved was in mine, would you make this deal? You’re working for Klaus. In his hands that vibranium would put millions of people in danger.”
Taskmaster shrugged. “His money’s green.”
“So is Tony’s. Ask him to pay you more. Ask him for double whatever Klaus is paying you. You’re not stupid. It’s obvious which well runs deeper.”
For a moment, he pinned you with a cold glare that had your heart pulsing with fear. Had you pushed too hard?
Laughter exploded, shaking the man’s frame. He clutched his stomach and threw his head back, reveling as if you’d told the greatest joke ever written.
“You’re good. Really good. I’m impressed, Y/N. They warned me you were clever; but I didn’t think you’d get to me.”
Hope blossomed.
“I’m worth more alive than I am dead, and we both know it.”
The timer screeched its finale. A chorus of blaring horns and raging vibrations broke the tense moment.
Taskmaster clicked his tongue.
“Well, well. Time’s up. The Avengers have run out of chances to save you.”
You considered him, feeling a strange sense of calm that defied logic. In the back of your mind a trampled down instinct screamed at you to panic, but it was too distant to matter.
“I suppose you’re going to kill me and not double your pay. I’d thought you were intelligent. But it’s no matter, since I’ll be dead in… five minutes?”
Taskmaster grinned.
“Your calculations missed a variable. Loyalty. I have a reputation to protect and Klaus is a well connected man. If I double cross him, I’m as good as dead. So yeah. No deal. But I’m not going to enjoy this next part as much as I planned to. You made a good sparring partner, Y/N.”
The sound of your name on his lips sent a chill through your heart.
Fuck. He’s going to do it.
You stiffened as he stepped around the kitchen island, moving towards the living room, where you were cuffed to an armchair. The raw panic you’d thought would overwhelm you didn’t come. Its absence was the most remarkable thing about the whole situation. You were gripped by a cold fear that froze you, but heightened your awareness of everything else.
Taskmaster had taken two steps, his gun raised and movements purposeful, when the world exploded. There was an ear shattering sound, as if a firework had gone off beside you. Glass flew and stung as it sliced your legs. You covered your face and dove for safety beside the barricade of the sofa. Surprisingly, the cuff came loose as the chair tipped over and you jerked your hand free.
Gunshots snapped through the air. You crawled towards the door, away from the flying glass. Hands grabbed your waist, pulling you backwards.
You screamed.
Training with Steve paid off in that moment, when even despite comple terror, your elbow flew back and cracked against your assailant’s jaw. He was momentarily stunned and then seized your waist even harder, his fingers digging until they pinched. You yelped and kicked at him, then remembered to twist your hips for better leverage. Now on your side, you trapped one of his legs between yours and flipped on top of him.
“Y/N, stop! Stop! Hey!”
He blocked your fist with his forearm and pulled off the black ski mask. You gasped at the sight of Steve’s face. He hauled you into his arms and drew you tight against his chest as you tucked your face into his neck.
“It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re safe now.”
With a shudder, you felt your bravado melt away, and went limp in his grasp.
From behind the couch there was a chuckle. Tony snickered.
“Quite the romantic reunion.”
“Romantic? She nearly knocked out his teeth,” Thor said.
Tony sighed. “Sarcasm isn’t a language you’re ever going to master, is it?”
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There was a mandatory post hostage crisis interview with SHIELD. Steve protested the exercise, pulling out his “I am the Captain” voice on Maria Hill. You intervened by cutting in and agreeing to the interrogation. While they called it an ‘interview’ everyone knew what it really was. Steve was upset, and took you aside to ask if you were certain you felt up to the task.
Of course, you didn’t, but it was a matter of pride.
You wouldn’t use Steve’s status to get special favors. There was a stubborn desire to prove that, even if Captain America was your boyfriend, you could stand on your own.
You promised you were alright, kissed his cheek, and went with Agent Hill.
After the interview she insisted that medical checked you out. You were exhausted. All you wanted to do was go home but she insisted. Until you went with the nurse, you didn’t realize why.
Steve was waiting outside the exam room when you were done. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed and a deep scowl on his face. When he saw you, he straightened. You took what felt like your first full breath in hours when his arm curled around your waist. His jaw was bristled with stubble when he pressed his lips to your forehead. The big hands cupping your face were trembling as he clasped your cheeks.
“She’s all yours, Captain,” Agent Hill said.
Steve didn’t seem to hear. His gaze was fastened on the bruised skin of your neck. The marks had begun to show up during your conversation with Maria. By the time you’d gotten to medical for the check up, they’d sharpened into a clear shape. You wore Taskmaster’s hand print around your neck and would be wearing his marks for weeks.
Rage bubbled in Steve’s crystal eyes. You held still as he brushed the back of his fingers over the painful areas, and gently traced the marks that showed the outline of your attacker’s fingerprints.
He was silent. It coated the air with tension. You waited, but rather than speak, Steve dropped his head and breathed deeply. When he lifted his gaze again the violence had been replaced with his usual calm, steady expression.
The unnatural compartmentalization was unsettling. Steve shared his emotions freely with you. Your relationship had begun as a slow burn, but when Steve chose to be in a relationship, he held nothing in reserve. After more than two years together, you’d seen him fall apart, scream, cry, and laugh himself silly. This was not your Steve. The way he’d shut down his emotions in a single moment… it just wasn’t him.
He led you to the elevator bay and pressed the down button. You wrapped your arms around yourself for comfort. From the side of your eye, you watched Steve. He was distant, and not only in terms of the physical space he’d place between you. The composed mask was a hideous disguise on your handsome boyfriend. Emotions you’d had locked down tight were suddenly loosening. You looked up at the dial and willed the descending car to move faster. When you had the inevitable breakdown, you wanted it to be inside the walls of Steve’s apartment. Your hands began to tremble. You shoved them into your cardigan pockets to hide the reaction.
By the time you stepped into the lift, you were trembling from head to toe. Next to you, Steve was lost in abstraction. He wasn’t really there. Knowing this, being able to read him so easily, made his mental distance harder to tolerate. You wavered between asking him for a hug and crawling into the corner to hide. The elevator doors closed and you almost spoke up, needing the comfort of his arms, but Steve retreated to the corner of the car. He leaned, his left hand on the back railing and his right on the side rail. He was locked down.
He’d want to break down behind closed doors, too.
For all his emotional vulnerability, which you greatly admired, Steve liked to keep his rawest emotions private. You mimicked his posture in the other corner. The lift whirled. Your heart started to palpitate.
The lights flickered; that was the only warning. One moment you were in a beam of fluorescence, the next, everything went black.
With a lurch, the elevator stopped.
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“Damn it,” Steve muttered. He stepped forward and punched the button on the call box. “Hey, we’re stuck. The electricity went out.”
A buzz, then the disembodied voice of Happy Hogan came through the speaker.
“We’re aware. Sorry, Cap. The building took some damage when Taskmaster blew through the lobby. One of our circuits overloaded. It shouldn’t be too long. Tony is on it.”
“Understood. Thank you.”
Steve turned to look at you and jolted when you weren’t there. For a moment he was terrified. Then his gaze dropped and he saw you crumpled on the floor with your head between your knees. He wasn’t sure what to do. There were no tears. Instead, you just sat with your hands clasped behind your neck and your elbows tucked around your head. Silent. He blinked in the low light from the single safety panel that was still lit and saw you were shaking.
He eased down and very cautiously, rested in a squatting position, his hands dangling between his splayed thighs.
“Doll? You okay?”
You didn’t answer and he kicked himself mentally, regretting the stupid question.
“I’m just gonna slide over and sit next to you, alright?”
He sat down and did as he’d said. When he was next to you, Steve was startled as you slumped over from your defensive posture, right into his lap. Your shoulders and back were still curved, but you settled into a modified fetal position, with your hips and legs still on the floor, the rest of your body tucked into his lap.
Steve wrapped his arms around you. His hands were still encased in the fingerless gloves of his sleuth suit. Through the exposed fingertips he could feel how cold your skin was.
“Shit. You’re in shock.”
“No.”
You murmured the single syllable answer, the denial surprisingly strong.
Steve smoothed his hand over your hair.
“Baby, you’re shaking like a leaf. You’re freezing.”
You curled tighter and shuddered as a wave of terror emulated through your body. Steve pulled you all the way into his lap. He was worried by your lack of reaction as he situated you between his spread legs, your back to his front. There was no point in calling back down to Happy. Steve knew Tony was working on the elevator as fast as he could. Triaging what issues he could affect, and which ones he couldn’t, Steve used the mass of his body to surround yours. He peeled off his gloves and laced his fingers through yours, rubbing the skin to warm it. You shuddered again, violently.
He heard the short quick breaths and knew that no matter what you said, this was panic. Maybe even a panic attack. He wasn’t familiar enough to know the exact threshold of what constituted a full blown panic attack, but your gasping inhalations spoke for themselves. Steve clenched his arms around you and held on. You groaned and he saw the corner of your eyes crinkle as he nuzzled your temple. What had been shaking and tremors a minute ago were increasing to convulsions that rattled your entire frame.
“Shhh… It’s okay. I’m right here. You’re safe. We’re in Avengers Tower. You’re safe.”
You were as rigid as a board.
He settled a firm hand on your shoulders and kept a gentle grip. You shuddered and clutched your arms around your knees. He stroked up and down your upper arms. His hands moved down to your elbows and back up, over your shoulders and neck. He didn’t know what to say - so he didn’t say anything. He just kept trying to soothe you with his hands and the shelter of his body.
Slowly, you eased against him and uncurled from your tense position. Steve sighed, quietly, his eyes sliding shut on a wave of relief. You turned to burrow into him as if you could crawl into his suit with him. At the moment, he wished you could.
Then, to his surprise, you grabbed his shoulders and swung your leg over his hips. Steve’s hands automatically moved to your bottom. Out of habit he kneaded the supple flesh. When he realized what he was doing, he froze.
“I’m sorry, doll. I-”
He broke off when he looked up and saw the burning lust reflected in your eyes. His brain short circuited. In a moment, all of the information he’d ever stored in his mind was lost. Steve stared, unfathoming, as your mouth descended onto his. Later, he would reflect that he’d felt like a male spider being hypnotized by its mate.
Your hands went to his utility belt and undid the buckle with quick fingers. Steve hadn’t yet recovered his senses. He was motionless as you undid the snaps covering the zipper of his pants. Lust unfurled in his belly as you slid down the fly and pushed the material apart. The familiar feeling of your hand closing around his dick triggered an instant wave of arousal.
“Ah, fuck…”
The word slipped from his lips, the vulgarity almost going unnoticed, as his brain switched off and his body took over. Steve moaned and thrust into your teasing grip. He moaned as your hand fell away, then grunted approvingly when your lips pressed against his. Steve could still feel the heat of post-mission adrenaline pulsing in his blood. Combined with the pleasure of arousal, it created an intoxicating cocktail in his brain.
“Baby, please,” Steve gasped as you ground yourself over his dick.
“Mmmhh…” your tone was sweet and as viscous as honey.
The sound went straight to his cock.
“Off,” Steve grunted, tugging at the waistband of your skirt.
You continued voraciously attacking his mouth, cheeks, neck, and throat with your lips.
Steve was bubbling with emotions. After days of pent up stress, fear, rage, and despair, he’d thrown himself into your rescue mission. The consequence was that now he was a super soldier teetering on the edge of control. His usual control was slipping away and he just couldn’t hold on to it for another second. Your teeth scraped his jugular and your tongue darted out to soothe the wound with a gentle lick. The sensation went straight to his spine, electrifying every nerve in his body as it traveled down to his groin.
He threw back his head, snarling at the wild pleasure and the mounting frustration of not being inside of you.
You pulled back from the kiss, just enough to speak. Your lips brushed his.
“Fuck me. Please, Steve. I need you so bad.”
That snapped the last thread of his control.
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He pushed you off his lap, and stood in a graceful movement. You’d almost climbed to your knees when Steve reached down, cinched an arm around your waist, and lifted you. He pivoted to the wall in a whirl and lifted you higher so your legs could wrap around his waist. You clung to him, breathless from the rush of being manhandled against the wall.
Oxygen left your lungs as Steve attacked your neck with the same fervor you’d gone at him with. Your eyes rolled back as he found the spot that made you feel as if every nerve in your skin was on full alert.
“Steve! Oh!”
He growled and rutted against you, only separated by the thin barrier of your panties.
“Fuck me!”
You meant for the words to be a demand, but he rubbed the head of his cock across your clit at the moment you started to speak. You whimpered the command in a hoarse cry of need.
Steve shoved a hand between your bodies, pushed his fingers into the crotch of your panties and ripped. The material was strong and you felt the sting as well-stitched seems dug into your skin. Steve hissed and twisted the material around his hand. You yelped at the snap of elastic, then moaned as the material vanished. The heated flesh of Steve’s arousal finally pressed to your needy core.
He adjusted his grip and lifted you over his erection. Accommodating the broad tip was always the most difficult part of making love to Steve.
Before you knew what was happening, he’d rubbed his thickness in your dripping juices, coating himself just enough, and then buried his dick in your vulnerable sex. The panels of wall behind you bowed, rattling under the force of Steve’s invasion. You cried out and clung to his shoulders as he slammed into you, splitting you open without a shred of finesse. Tears rolled down your cheeks at the harsh burn of him pushing through your folds. The friction should have been unpleasant but the heightened tension made it feel different. Your pussy rippled and juices flooded your channel to ease his entry. Steve moaned against your ear. That noise reverberated through your body and echoed in your heart. This was exactly what you needed.
You tossed your head and rocked against him o aid the difficult joining of your bodies. Steve gave a low grunt and cinched his arms around your hips. You gasped when he lifted you and thrust up at the same time he let go. You shrieked at the abrupt invasion of him in the deepest parts of your body. The wetness eased the burn as your pussy accepted every inch.
Steve grunted and you felt the coolness of the elevator panel on your back again as he pinned you against the wall.
“That’s it, baby. That’s what I want. What I need. You feel like heaven.”
Your pussy clenched and he gasped.
“Fuck. Fuck! I’m… I need…”
You stroked your hands over his trembling muscles and nuzzled his jaw.
“S’okay,” you said. “Please. I need it too.”
He shivered. Then his eyes turned dark, so only a tiny ring of blue remained around his pupils. You clung tightly as he left control behind and simply unraveled. It was impossible to keep up with him as he pounded out all the frustration, terror, and pain he’d felt over the past few days into your body. Your legs shook from the depth of his cock and the angle of his pelvis as he hammered into you with abandon. Pleasure swamped you, radiating out from your core, extending deeper and further with every brutal thrust of Steve’s hips.
“Aaahhh!”
The tension snapped without warning and you screamed in ecstasy as the climax erupted. Your vision went black and your heart felt as if it was about to explode. The orgasm destroyed your senses and ripped your muscles apart in spams of ecstasy more powerful than anything you’d ever experienced.
Steve didn’t seem to realize you were in orgasmic bliss as his thrusts continued in the exact same rhythm. You choked on an exclamation, so lost in the throes of your own release that you couldn’t speak. Steve growled and his hands tightened on your hips.
“Hold still, baby girl. Fuck. Aw… fucking hell!”
His head dropped to your chest and his panted breath warmed your decolletage as he rutted even harder. You croaked out what should have been a wail, if you’d had the air to make such a sound. You couldn’t get enough breath for a proper scream. Steve rolled his hips and the slight change of angle ground your clit against his pubic bone. A second orgasm slammed into you, shattering all sense of self and stripping you until the only thing you knew was the endless pleasure rippling through your muscles and sizzling along your nerves. The orgasm went on, and on, flooding your eyes with tears and finally bringing air into your lungs. You sobbed. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. Your pussy didn’t flutter - it seized with the violence of a climax you hadn’t imagined yourself capable of.
Steve’s tongue curled around your nipple before his lips closed to suck the tender bud with enthusiasm. You screamed and arched, bucking with the sudden flash of pleasure that blazed through you. In the haze of climax, you hadn’t even noticed when he’d tugged down your shirt and pushed aside the cup of your bra.
He was still thrusting. You felt the warmth of his release and knew he’d already come, perhaps several times. The release didn’t seem to matter. You remained trapped between the pleasure demon feasting on your breast, and the metal panel of the elevator wall. It shook from the force of Steve’s body pounding into yours. The deep angle was nudging a little spot you hadn’t known about before today. It was somewhere in the very back of your pussy and his thrusts seemed to strike it at just the right angle to make your bones turn liquid. Your muscles went slack as the next orgasm came. You whimpered, then it stuck. This time your muscles shook and your body trembled but there was no wild thrashing - you were nearly limp from exhaustion.
Steve groaned. You felt the warmth of his release. He shuddered and you felt the signs that he was finally slowing. Unexpectedly, he reached between your legs and stroked your clit. The rumble of his voice was reassuring, but you couldn’t hear the words, as your body shuddered through a climax that hit like a sucker punch. You clawed at the material of Steve’s uniform, lost in the pleasurable agony of the last orgasm being ripped from your body.
The world fell away. Steve’s arms holding you tight were all you could feel as blackness descended.
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“Come on. Come back, sweetheart. Open your eyes.”
You turned away from the fingers gently stroking your cheek. You felt like your eyelids were weighted down.
“That’s it. There she is.”
The crooning voice interrupted your peaceful cocoon of sleep.
“Honey. Open your eyes.”
This time the voice was commanding. Your eyes flickered, but fell closed. A hand grasped your chin and white light glowed behind your closed lids.
“Come back to me.”
The sternness was nowhere to be found now. The voice had an edge of fear in it. Your eyes opened to the blurry sight of a figure leaning over you. Your arms were warm. Looking down, you saw Steve had draped your sweater over you like a blanket. You were in his lap, curled into his chest, with his arms cradling your back and knees.
You struggled for words and realized that your tongue was thick and your mouth was dry.
“Shhh…” Steve murmured.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead and nuzzled your temple.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m sorry. They’re going to be done fixing the elevator in a minute.”
That sounded really good. You nodded and relaxed into his arms, resting your head on his shoulder.
“That’s it. Go ahead and rest. I’m not going anywhere.”
The fierce note in his voice nearly permeated the fog over your brain but you were so exhausted that you couldn’t push back the urge of sleep.
An unknown length of time passed before a jolt of the elevator car started you into awareness. You bolted upright and were only saved from hitting your head on the railing by Steve’s grip on your waist.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. We’re going to get out of here. I’ve got you.”
The words circulated in your brain, only half absorbed, as you struggled up from the depths of a sleep cycle.
“How long…?”
“Ninety minutes.”
Steve’s voice sounded odd. You looked at him and saw the worried knit of his brow, and the tension in his shoulders.
“Steve,” you mumbled through a sore throat.
The word came out scratchy. His eyes dropped and he looked as if he’d been slapped. Then the pitiful look disappeared behind a composed mask.
“I’m going to take you back to medical, sweetheart. They need to check you out again.”
“No.”
“Don’t argue,” Steve said.
You shook your head and burrowed into his arms.
“Not…going…”
A heavy sigh, followed by a gentle squeeze of Steve’s arms, let you know you’d won as the elevator began to move again.
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The next time you woke up it was sunny.
Light streamed through the window and you were surprised to find that you were the only occupant of the King sized bed you usually shared with Steve.
Shoving down the covers, you stood on shaky knees to make your way to the living room.
Steve didn’t look up when you came in. He was so still that it took a second for you to notice him. He had the lights off and the curtains drawn. A feeling of dread washed over you. Dawn was Steve’s favorite time of day. Unless he was seriously injured, or sick, he never missed a chance to sit with his coffee and enjoy the sunrise.
You stepped towards him and he startled, his head whipping around.
“Steve?”
He blinked, his lashes fluttering with surprise.
You could sense anxiety but couldn’t understand the reason for it. Seeing Steve’s emotions so plainly written on his face triggered yours. You climbed onto the sofa next to him, curling your feet underneath your legs.
“Are you okay?” His voice was raspy.
Your eyes settled on the end table where two empty bottles of blueberry bourbon sat.
“Yeah. Are you?”
His head tipped back. “No.”
You reached for him, but he pulled away. Miffed by the rejection you stared as Steve slid to the corner of the sofa.
“What? What’s wrong?” you asked.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
Steve blinked, his eyebrows drawing down as his jaw clenched.
“For what?” He said, repeating your question with a sharp sting of bitterness that made you flinch.
You were at a loss for words.
“Steve…”
What did you do? What does one say when they don’t understand the root of the problem? You could read the obvious signals that he didn’t want to be touched, but decided to ignore them.
There were a few things you knew about your boyfriend. One of them was that, while his main love language was quality time, when he was upset his love language became physical touch. Steve shifted away, but you pretended not to notice as you wrapped yourself around him and snuggled up with your head on his shoulder.
“Talk to me. Please, Steve.”
He grunted.
“I apologize. For how I treated you today. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say. All I can tell you is that it will never happen again.”
You turned your face up, ready to protest, but Steve laid a finger over your lips. His expression was stern and set with determination.
“It. Will. Never. Happen. Again.”
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THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR!!! The fluff, the cuteness, the soft moment... I'm glad I found this masterpiece ♡♡♡
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Dancing in the Kitchen
Steve Rogers x F!Reader
Summary: You accidentally reveal your feelings to Steve through a song.
Warnings: nothing really—all fluff
A/N: This idea has been brewing in my head when I first heard this song (you’ll find it below) and I just had to write it. Unbeta so may be a bit sloppy but I hope it’s a goodie.
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Drabble as this may be, your feedback would mean so much to me. Reblogs would be great too for it will help my story flourish. And as always, I hope you enjoy! 💙
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writer’s block (dry) = no desire to write, no ability to write (bearable)
writer’s block (wet) = HUGE desire to write, no ability to write (very evil)
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for @incorrectstevebucky <3
based on this
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MY HEART IS BURSTING!!! I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW MANY BUTTERFLIES IN MY TUMMY RN!!!!
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𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞
summary: y/n has an event to get to last minute, so steve has to take care of his daughter at work. in the universe of this one shot (read before)
pairings: dad!mafia/gang!steve rogers x wife!reader
warning: none just fluff!
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Today has just been a day. You have no excuse except  for the fact that it slipped your mind and when your calendar notified you, an hour and a half before the event started your mind began to scramble. 
Steve’s parents can’t watch Elysia because they have a date night. They offered to cancel, but you couldn’t ask them to do that. Natasha was out of town. You had even asked the babysitter, but it was too last minute for her. So, there’s one last option.
“Hey doll, you girls alright?” Steve smiles into his phone, happy to hear your voice. 
“Hi, baby” you beamed, brushing on highlighter while keeping a careful eye on your daughter. Elysia was chilled out on your bed, entranced in an episode of Paw Patrol.
 “Look, I’m really sorry, it slipped my mind, but I have an event to get to in a few. And there’s no one to keep an eye on Elsie. Can I drop her off to you?”
“Yeah, of course. I've been missing her a little extra today anyway.” 
You sigh in relief, “I love you, you’re the best” you tell him, sending a kiss through the phone. 
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It’s at least twenty-five minutes later until your heels are clicking against the lobby’s marble floor. Elysia’s designer baby bag is slung over your shoulder and your two-year-old is sitting on your hip as the two of you walk to Steve’s office. 
You knock on the door twice, before you pull it open. As you enter, Steve’s head shoots up, then an affectionate smile graces his face at the sight of his favorite girls. 
“Daddy!” Elysia cheers with grabby hands towards her father. 
Steve walks over to greet the two of you; kissing Elysia’s cheek and neck, chuckling as she squirms because his facial hair is ‘ticklish’, before he brings her into his hold. 
And before you know it, Steve brings his lips down onto yours. All while removing the baby bag from your shoulders. When he pulls away, he’s whistling with ardor as he spins you to give himself a 360 of what’s his. 
Your body is flawlessly dressed in a customized cream suit with gold buttons. The coat wraps  around you to accentuate your waist and breast, your pants hug your ass perfectly. As the pants flare out as they go down your leg. He loves how the diamond necklace and earrings he bought as one of your push gifts make your eyes twinkle.  
Your cheeks heat up at the way he fawns over you. Many years later and you’d never get used to it. 
When he stops you, his hand tugs your body to his, “You look..exquisite” he husks, squeezing your hand. “Mommy looks exquisite, doesn't she?” he asks Elysia who responds with an exaggerated nod. 
“Look Quiz-it!” she garbles the tough word out
“Thank you, you two. But I have to head out if I want to make it on time.”
“Where are you headed anyway?”
“Maggie is throwing something for her launch,” you answer while fixing a boggle in Lys’ hair that held one of her space buns. “I promised I’d be there. I like this tie, it matches your eyes perfectly” 
Your hand runs over the patterned blue tie. You didn’t get to see him this morning, as you usually do. He slipped out before the sun even came out, with just a kiss to your cheek as his ‘see you later’ so he wouldn’t disturb your sleep. 
“Thank you. Drive safe and be safe, Joseph will be right behind you.”
You groan. He lavished the trait of overprotectiveness. There was one instance where you had begged and begged to roam free without anyone on your tail. It didn’t end well. 
“Non-negotiable, text me when you arrive safely” he reminds you, grasping your chin for a kiss. 
“Bye baby, I'll see you soon. Be good” you kiss her before pinching her chubby cheeks. 
As the door shuts softly behind you, Steve and Elysia are stood in his expansive offices hands up in a wave. “Looks like it’s just me and you, baby doll, are you hungry?”
“No” she responds.
“Okay, would you mind if daddy worked for a little bit more?”
“It’s okay” she lisps. 
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Elysia is settled on her father’s lap, Steve’s phone in her tiny hands as she watches ‘The Princess and the Frog’. Occasionally her big eyes roam over the big screens on her father’s desk. 
With his little girl present, Steve isn’t able to complete any of his gruesome tasks, just the light stuff with no pictures or videos.
“Daddy?” Elysia calls for him, her head tucked back. 
“Babydoll?,” he answers, looking down. 
“I’m thirsty, do you ‘ave apple juice?” 
“Do I have apple juice? Do I-- are you kidding, how could you ask that.” while he throws his whole spiel, loving the wide smile on her face. His hand discreetly opens the mini fridge under his desk. It’s always packed with what she enjoys. He pulls out a juice box, and presents it to her like a magic trick. 
“Yay!” she giggles, clapping her hand in glee before she grasps the juice box in both hands eagerly, in turn dropping her father’s phone to the ground. “Oops” she murmurs at the sound of the clatter. 
“It’s alright, just remember to be careful next time” he responds, picking up the newest model. 
Some time passes before Elysia grows bored and begins to squirm and whine. 
He picks her up, placing each foot on his thigh. 
“What’s up, why are you so crabby?,” he coos, running his forefinger down the slope of her warmed up nose while the other hand holds her up by her waist. 
“Wanna play” she bounces her legs, pointing behind her. 
He sighs, checking his watch: 6:03pm. Under twenty minutes until his meeting. So, they play to her heart's desire. He has a few of her favorite things stashed away so he pulls those out after shrugging off his coat. 
Now, he’s sat criss-cross applesauce getting berated by his toddler and thankfully y/n has texted that she’s arrived safely. 
“No, daddy! I’m the chef.”
“Okay, okay. Can I order an orange juice and sandwich, please” he orders through the small window of her Little Tikes play kitchen. 
“Seven thousand dollars,” she tells him, hand out. 
“Prices are a little steep, don't you think?” he jokes, but forgets it’s his two-year-old he’s talking to. “Tough crowd,” he continues, before dropping the fake, blue credit card into her hands. 
“Hmm.” she hums while she thinks, “No monies. No food” she tells him this reproachfully, her eyebrows knit together as she drops the card in his hands. 
“What?” he gawks, “You’re gonna let daddy starve?” 
She sighs before dropping a banana into his palm, “Thank you, babydoll” he smiles, kissing her cheek through the screen as she giggles, her hard chef mask breaking through. 
“Daddy, I don’t wanna play any more.”
“Yea? What do you want to do?”
“Stickers! Stickers! Stickers!” she chants to a tune, walking around to her father. 
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Against his will, Steve is still sitting on the floor and his toddler stands before him. One of her tiny fists holds a sheet of glittery Lisa Frank stickers while the other places them on his face.
“Cat or tiger?” she asks, bending her head down. 
“Tiger”
She beams, placing it on the middle of his forehead, then kisses it for good measure. 
There’s an incessant buzz in the air. His phone against his presidential, dark wood desk. He goes to it immediately to see it’s a call from Bucky, therefore noticing the time. He’s ten minutes late. Steve Rogers is never late. 
“Shit.” he mutters, ignoring the call to begin peeling off the stickers in a haste. 
“Bad word, daddy!”
“Sorry, baby, sorry” he responds in a haste, when he’s sure his face is bare. He pockets his phone, shrugs on his coat, grabs his binder, and picks up Elysia as he dashes to the elevator. 
-
“Hi uncle bucky! Hi uncle sam!” Elysia bounces at the sight of her god fathers, waving at the two as she walks by on her father’s hip. 
Steve walks in stoically, there was no way in hell he’d let his men enjoy him coming in flustered and out of sorts. Everyone was in attendance, and sat in their respective seats. When he begins to settle down and start the meeting there’s laughter in the air. 
“The fu--” he stops himself, taking a deep breath. “Would anyone mind letting me in on what’s so hysterical?”
‘The fuck are you clowns laughing at’ is what he really wanted to say. 
“You gotta..” Bucky stops to gather himself, a smirk on his face. “Got a little something there,” he points at his own jaw as a mirror. 
Steve sighs, attempting to find the bright, pink, glittery sticker on his face when his little one speaks up, “I’ve got it, daddy” she peels it off easily and places it on her own cheek. 
“Thank you, babydoll,” he kisses her hand before taking a seat at the head of the expansive table. Placing her on his lap and passing her a small bag of goldfish with her water bottle. Elys has pinky promised to be on her best behavior and Steve had promised that he’d make sure the meeting wouldn’t go as long as they usually do. 
“Okay. As you can see we have a special lady with sensitive ears joining us today. Please keep your language clean and appropriate, however hard that may be.” Steve dictates, taking a glance at every man in this room to not take his words lightly. 
The meeting drags on, they don’t have much of a choice to discuss some matters at hand. But these men are smart and know how to improvise…
“Uh, sunshine (Lloyd) was last seen at a recital (strip club) selling kool aid (drugs) to any of the girls that would take it. We assume it’s his way to sabotage the opening by… you know.” Tony flairs his hand around as a jester. 
Before Steve is able to respond, a smaller voice gets to it, “Daddy, I love kool-aid. Alot alot alot!” 
Steve chuckles at her cuteness. 
Throughout the meeting everyone is meant to talk over and ignore the children's songs emitting from Steve’s phone. And the light, cute voice that sings along to some of them. 
A pack of goldfish later with half a bottle of Elysia’s water. Steve keeps his promise to keep the meeting short, concise, and kid-friendly. Well-sorta, there was one slip up but Steve was quick to cover Elysia’s precious ears and stare down the incompetent imbecile.
He’s packing his things up, putting his notes and papers in order while his little girl giggles at her uncle Sam’s magic tricks: pulling a silver coin from her ear. 
It’s her favorite and will get a laugh from her every time. 
In no time, it’s just him and Ly descending via elevator. Steve has decided they both have had a long day, and going home early for once wouldn’t kill him. It was seven in the afternoon anyway, close to her bedtime. 
He knows she’s had a long day when one of her small arms is wrapped over his neck as her head is tucked against the side of his neck. 
He can’t lie that the thought of sleep sounds good to him. He knows you won’t be home till a little later. But he can’t until you’re home so he can cuddle into you as you both drift off. 
“We’ll be home pretty soon,” he kisses her forehead just as the elevator dings! 
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“Okay,” Steve sighs as he enters through the familiar emerald doors, placing the baby bag onto the coat rack. His dress shoes are toed off with speed and just as quick he pulls off his baby’s shoes. 
He sets her down in the living room taking a seat on the couch.
“Daddy, I’m hungry,” she squeaks, walking over to the remote to bring to her father who understands her demand. 
“Does a PB and J sound alright?”
“Mmmm” she drones on, her hands rubbing against her clothed stomach. 
The sandwich is assembled at her request. Crust off the toasted bread and a little bit of honey drizzled on top of the peanut butter. 
Elysia sits on Steve’s lap as she nibbles on her sandwich. Steve is dressed down in just his slacks and wife beater; braiding Elysia’s hair in two as she watches ‘Little Bear’ and eats her sandwich.
He struggles to do so at first, until y/n’s voice swims through his head. Reminding him what he needs to do. 
As Lys chews and her father braids, she holds up half her sandwich in offer behind her. He smiles as he takes a small bite, smiling and moaning about how yummy it is and how thankful he is for her sharing. Then he kisses her cheeks, nipping in jest. 
Once he’s finished braiding Elysia‘s hair and Elysia is done eating her food. She scrambles up until she’s latching onto her father. Her arms are thrown around his neck while her legs clamber to wrap around him. 
Her cuddles are like sleeping sand to the mob boss. He rubs her back as he leans down parallel to the couch, his sock feet hanging off the arm of the couch. 
“I love you baby doll. Best thing to happen to me and your momma.” he whispers, placing three kisses to her forehead. 
“Love you” she slurs while her soft hand lands onto his cheek. 
Without even knowing, his eyes are shut as his breath evens out and his arm circles around his angel’s body to keep her from rolling off of him. 
-
It was a great time. You were happy you got to support Maggie on her big day, but you missed your husband and the rambunctious little girl you were graced to raise. 
You remove your heels, hissing as your sore feet hit the hardwood floor. The house is quiet as you toe into the house. You can see the living room light is on. You assume Steve has kept it on for you just as you do for him and it makes your heart sing. 
As you walk in, to shut off the warm lamp, your heart really does sing at the picture perfect image: The father-daughter duo are knit together as they step in dream land together. 
His brawny arm is wrapped around her body and his mouth is dropped open in a way you think is adorable. It makes the intimidating man everyone else sees morph into the wonderful, sensitive man you’ve married. 
They’re still dressed in their day clothes, but nothing could ruin the cuteness overload. 
You tiptoe towards the two, leaning over them as your hand runs through Steve’s hair, the other down his free arm. 
He startles awake and his grip tightens on Elysia a little bit, but his body relaxes once he sees it’s you and smiles. 
“Hey, seems like you two had a good day,” you whisper, your hand running over the braids Elysia adorned, those were not there before. 
“We did,” he puckers his lips, and you lean down to peck him. “How was your night, have fun?” 
His hoarse voice is like music to your ears.
“It was great. Missed you two a lot though. Thought of you and that sexy tie all night.”
He smirks at your shallow attempt, a glass box if you will. 
“Yeah? I’ll finish getting her to bed and then we can discuss my sexy  tie.”
“Perfect. Can’t wait,” you giggle warmly, kissing him one more time before you stroll to your shared bedroom. 
He watches the way you saunter away, and if it weren’t for his baby in his arms he’d probably tackle you right then and there. But with much restraint he’s up and on his way to Elysia’s bedroom. 
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The Sexiest Man Alive! - (2022)
If Steve Rogers was on that cover of People Magazine. ❤️
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In mood reading fluff stuff
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Cocksleeve?! He used it?!
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We love corrupted Steve!!! ❤❤❤❤
SOMEBODY HAD THIS IDEA OF STEVE GETTING A SNEAKY HANDJOB WHILE OTHER PEOPLE WERE AROUND 😭 PLS MAKE IT COME TRUEEEEEE
hehe you’re talking about this ask/drabble !! So here we go:
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Through the flashes of bright lights, he can see you out of the corner of his eye.
Your fist tightens and he hisses. His stomach tightens when a warmth washes over and yanks him deeper into the depths. He can only see the blurred faces on the theatre screen and a soft, barely audible grunt escapes his sealed lips.
"You have to be quiet, baby." Comes your honey voice, "unless you wanna get caught?"
"N-No." His head falls back as a shudder rocks through his body, your spit-slick hand pumping up and down his throbbing length. "I'll—fuck, I'll be better, doll."
He was usually so shy and introverted, hiding away in public places although he towered over everyone there, and striving to keep your intimate moments private. You're pleasantly surprised at how much he's into this, his excitement bubbling from his mushroom tip and down your knuckles. Messy but wasted—you can't allow that.
You lean forward and envelope the head in your mouth, moaning softly at his taste and weight. He's salty, warm and heavy—ultimately your shy boyfriend Steve who has stolen your heart. He's so big and thick that your fingers don't touch around his girth, and he stretches your mouth until the corners of your lips burn deliciously. You live for his bulbous tip slamming into the back of your throat, using you like his little cocksleeve.
Once. He's used that word once but you were determined to make him use it again.
His fingers knot in your hair, caught between pulling you off or pushing you down. He can't fucking think with your tongue licking his sensitive slit, suckling him sweetly.
"You wanna fuck my face, daddy?"
Steve's eyes widen as you drag his leaky tip along your lips, "we can't. N-Not here—"
You slap the fat head on your tongue with a giggle, "we can. You just have to be quiet." Loving kisses are planted on the underside of his cock, turning sloppy further down.
His half-protests die out when you drop to your knees between his spread legs. "C'mon, I want you to use me. Fuck my mouth, make me gag on your cock, rub your balls all over my face." You gently lick his sack, jerking his hard dick as his breath hitches, his hips subtly meeting your motions. "Treat me like a whore, daddy. Don't you love me enough to fuck me like a slut?"
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THIS IS SO WHOLESOME!!!!!! It's either my daddy issue is kicking in or they are just such a perfect dad. MY WHOLE BODY WAS JUST MELT TO THE GROUND!!
Can you please do Cevans characters as Dads to a baby girl?
Yess this is so cute! 🥺
(For this HC, their daughters are 5-6 years old!)
Andy Barber
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Andy is a very ‘practical’ dad. He likes to take the role of teaching and passing on things, - like teaching his daughter how to tie her shoes and show how to cook and make lunch so she can pack for school herself. Breaking communication barriers and acknowledging his daughter's feelings is something he does well and early on to ensure he has a healthy relationship with his baby girl.
He believes independence is important to teach his daughter so she won't let society tell her what she should do when she grows up. But of course, he finds it also important to remind her how family matters too, and that he and you (the mother) will always be there to guide her when she needs help.
Ransom Drysdale
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Ransom spoils his sweet baby girl just like he spoils his wife; gifting his daughter pretty dresses and clothes, big playhouses and all the Barbies she can wish for. It’s hard to distinguish your daughter’s birthday and regular days.
He is very protective over his baby girl too. He knows boys can be ruthless, - he would know because he was a ruthless boy too, and if a boy dares make his daughter feel insecure at school, he will make sure they meet his wrath. Teaching in a parental way is something Ransom leaves to his wife, but sometimes he is able to use the right words to give his daughter the encouragement she needs.
Steve Rogers
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Steve wants to show his daughter the wonders of the world, despite how dark it can turn. He is like a guardian angel to his baby girl; Always keeping her safe and making sure she feels safe while having exploring the world. Their special way of bonding is him writing letters to her, - their 'top secret way' of communicating with each other.
While Steve usually hides his vulnerability often, he makes an exception with his daughter (and his wife of course) so she can see him beyond the hero facade, - someone who is first and foremost her dad and human.
Johnny Storm
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There's plenty of father daughter activities with Johnny. He practically takes his daughter with him all the time, - even at work. Johnny likes buying his daughter designer clothes so she can be the cool girl of her school, even if she's only 6. He was the cool kid of his time, and he wants his daughter's time to shine through.
Johnny will definitely show off his daughter by doing photo shoots with her, winning the hearts of the people. He claims his baby girl is the cutest thing in existence, and no one can be cuter than her. Giving his daughter self confidence is important to him so he can make her believe she can do anything as long as she has the passion for it.
Jake Jensen
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Jake loves being involved in his daughter’s playtime activities. Jake’s back is reserved for piggyback rides with his daughter, and he will gladly carry her all the time because it’s not a hassle at all. He does not mind if she wants to put make up on him and play dress up, or have him at her tea party together with her stuffed animals. To him it’s all worth being made fun of by his teammates if he gets his daughter’s face to light up.
It's all about being present in more ways than one that means something for Jake. Being grateful for the moments taking place and the memories they create will be Jake's legacy to his daughter.
Ari Levinson
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Ari adores his daughter, - always pouring attention into her during his free time because the least thing he wants to happen is for her to feel neglected or distance herself from him. His daughter can count on him actually listening when she has something new she wants to show or tell him.
He likes to point out similarities with his daughter, so they can have something special to bond over between them. Whether it being going to the beach to catch crabs or go pick blueberries in the forest, - it's an adventure to his daughter and therefore an adventure to him.
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N/A: Thank you for the suggestion, anon! <3 Hope you like it!
Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3
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captainapple · 1 year
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Imma do the same if my boss is Andy Barber. Who cares if he's married? He's friggin ANDY BARBER! And he's such a slut for displaying his chest and biceps, my mind would jump out right away! Anyway this is ✨chef kiss✨
Should Vs Want - Andy Barber x Reader
A/N: This one shot takes place in the same Universe as Wildest Dreams, and is the story of how they started their little arrangement!
Summary: Being forced to share a bed with the man who you had a hopeless crush on is awkward enough, but it’s even worse when he’s your boss… and he’s married
Word Count: 2.3k
Warning: Bit of Angst! Bit of Fluff! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Language!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics​
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You let out a long and shaky breath, bracing your hands down against the cool marble counter trying to centre yourself. Glancing up at your reflection you could see how flushed you appeared, heat practically radiating off your skin despite the thin vest and shorts you wore.
Turning on the tap you let it run for a moment before splashing the cold water on your face and neck. Feeling relief almost immediately. Looking back at your reflection your eyes drifted to the closed door behind you. You had to go out there eventually, you couldn’t spend the night in this bathroom.
You never in a million years would have imagined yourself in this situation. Hiding in a hotel bathroom, your very attractive married boss on the other side of the door, waiting for you in the one bed. But you only had yourself to blame, all because of one split-second decision at the Christmas party a couple of months back.
Despite the copious amounts of alcohol you drank that night, you still remembered it painfully clear. You and Andy ended up striking up a conversation, which wasn’t unusual considering you were his PA, but the conversation never stopped. It carried on for hours, long past the time everyone else went home. The longer you spoke the deeper the conversation and the more skeletons were revealed like how Andy’s marriage was dead in the water.
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