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Shout out to the new Spiderverse movie for the sudden uptick in views/likes/comments of my Dr. Olivia Octavius x fem reader fic. LOL

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Thank you!!!

Writing Excerpt - Castles

The thing about castles is that no matter how many candles are lit or fires stoked they still feel cold and empty - even on the warmest nights. A castle could be filled wall to wall with the thickest, plushest rugs and tapestries, and still it's cobblestone floors would be hard beneath your feet, it's brick walls a frigid, empty shell. Even when filled to the rafters with warm bodies and friendly faces, it will remain a home only for wayward ghosts to drift through in mourning. Castles are not a home for the living. Castles are mausoleums. Castles are where secrets and sorrow remain, settling into the cracks between stones, only to be disturbed by the few foolish enough to do the dusting.

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Writing Excerpt - Castles

The thing about castles is that no matter how many candles are lit or fires stoked they still feel cold and empty - even on the warmest nights. A castle could be filled wall to wall with the thickest, plushest rugs and tapestries, and still it's cobblestone floors would be hard beneath your feet, it's brick walls a frigid, empty shell. Even when filled to the rafters with warm bodies and friendly faces, it will remain a home only for wayward ghosts to drift through in mourning. Castles are not a home for the living. Castles are mausoleums. Castles are where secrets and sorrow remain, settling into the cracks between stones, only to be disturbed by the few foolish enough to do the dusting.

#writing #writing excerpt #drabbles

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I’m so glad you liked it!!!

This is incredibly self-indulgent, so may I please request a smutty jealous Steve Rogers? 😇 Btw I absolutely adore your writing. Thank you so much for taking requests.

We love all things self-indulgent here! In fact, I think pretty much all fan fiction is self-indulgent to a certain extent. 

Thank you so much for being my first request. I absolutely LOVE jealous Steve. I hope you like this!

Idk, why but I guess I have a thing for hot sex in alleyways behind bars? 

Say You’re Mine 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

Request: Jealous Steve Rogers 

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, NSFW 18+ only 

Author’s Note: I loved doing this, so please people. Send me more requests! 

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“If you stare any harder, you’re going to give yourself a stroke man,” said Bucky with a laugh as he took a swig of his beer.

“What?” responded Steve absentmindedly, never taking his eyes away from you and the bartender who was currently flirting up a storm.

Bucky laughed again, this time clapping a hand on his best friend’s shoulder and shaking him a little, “Y/N. Stop staring at her like that. It’s getting creepy. And sad.”

“I wasn’t staring at her. I was just…thinking about something,” said Steve sheepishly, taking a sip of his beer. Of course, the alcohol did nothing for him, but there was something so normal about having a beer with his friends.

“Sure—” Bucky rolled his eyes, “—you just need to tell her how you feel man. If that’s your girl, then you need to stop moping after her like a kicked puppy and take charge. Walk over there! You’re Captain America for Christ’s sake!”

Steve let the words stew in his brain as he sipped his beer and continued to stare at you, laughing and smiling at the greasy bartender in front of you. You were way too good for that guy. A dame like you, you deserved the best you could possibly get. You deserved someone who’d cherish you. Someone who’d treat you the way you deserved to be treated. Not this lousy son of a bitch that kept stealing glances down Wanda’s shirt every time you looked away. No. You deserved someone like…him.

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Ahhhh!!! Thank you my darling for the reblog! 🥰

This is incredibly self-indulgent, so may I please request a smutty jealous Steve Rogers? 😇 Btw I absolutely adore your writing. Thank you so much for taking requests.

We love all things self-indulgent here! In fact, I think pretty much all fan fiction is self-indulgent to a certain extent. 

Thank you so much for being my first request. I absolutely LOVE jealous Steve. I hope you like this!

Idk, why but I guess I have a thing for hot sex in alleyways behind bars? 

Say You’re Mine 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

Request: Jealous Steve Rogers 

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, NSFW 18+ only 

Author’s Note: I loved doing this, so please people. Send me more requests! 

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“If you stare any harder, you’re going to give yourself a stroke man,” said Bucky with a laugh as he took a swig of his beer.

“What?” responded Steve absentmindedly, never taking his eyes away from you and the bartender who was currently flirting up a storm.

Bucky laughed again, this time clapping a hand on his best friend’s shoulder and shaking him a little, “Y/N. Stop staring at her like that. It’s getting creepy. And sad.”

“I wasn’t staring at her. I was just…thinking about something,” said Steve sheepishly, taking a sip of his beer. Of course, the alcohol did nothing for him, but there was something so normal about having a beer with his friends.

“Sure—” Bucky rolled his eyes, “—you just need to tell her how you feel man. If that’s your girl, then you need to stop moping after her like a kicked puppy and take charge. Walk over there! You’re Captain America for Christ’s sake!”

Steve let the words stew in his brain as he sipped his beer and continued to stare at you, laughing and smiling at the greasy bartender in front of you. You were way too good for that guy. A dame like you, you deserved the best you could possibly get. You deserved someone who’d cherish you. Someone who’d treat you the way you deserved to be treated. Not this lousy son of a bitch that kept stealing glances down Wanda’s shirt every time you looked away. No. You deserved someone like…him.

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Excerpt From My Fantasy Novel

* Just wanted to share this because I wrote this little passage last night and I’m actually losing it!!!!!!!!! *

“You are nothing but a pawn to him. How do you not see that?”

Erytha turned away, busying herself with the scrolls sprawled atop the long, wooden table.

Norrae tried again. “Please, sister. I beg you to see reason. No good can come from this.”

“And what do you know of anything?” Erytha seethed, turning towards her sister with a golden flame in her eyes. “You… who spends her life so high up in the sky you’d think she’d forgotten where she stands. It is easy to pass judgement on me when you are so simply loved.”

“Are you not loved by me?—” Norrae took a step forward “—Do I not love you as effortlessly as I breathe?”

“It is not the same!” Erytha stepped away, breath shuddering. “It is not the same…”

#writing #fantasy #fantasynovel #magic #fiction #writer

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I hope one day you feel something

I hope one day you feel something that shakes you to your very core

That peels away the mask over your eyes and reveals to you the true intention of your words and actions

I hope one day your core beliefs are ripped form your arms and from your heart and laid bare to you like the blood that flows through your veins and the hate that flows freely from your heart

I hope one day you feel something that makes you question every thought in your mind. Every concept and value you’ve ever held dear

I hope the record of your rhetoric is read back to you in clear and concise words and you feel shame

I hope one day you feel something that even shadows regret

Remants shame

Alludes contrition 

I hope one day you feel something. 

I hope one day you feel... something. 

#poetry #poem #prose poem #poet #writer

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Publicity Stunt // Master List

Summary: You’re a post-quantum computing scientist who is on the brink of success when your ex-boyfriend slams you in the press. It’s a media frenzy of epic proportions - one you and your new boss, Tony Stark, plan to combat with a little good press. Will a couple of highly-visible dates with Captain America clear your name in the court of public opinion? 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: language, alcohol, smut

Author’s Note: Who’s into a little fake dating? A trope I’ve always loved to read, but have never written, this series will begin posting on Monday, January 17th.

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Reblog, because why not?

A Sin Confessed - What’s Old is New Again Challenge

Prompt: “I do everything for a reason. Most of the time the reason is money.” – Ava Gardner

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Original Female Character

Summary: Brenna Wright was not a good person and the blue-eyed stranger that brought old memories to the surface of her mind? Well he was just a job. 

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Swearing, smut, dark, NSFW/18+ only

Author’s Note: Thank you to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ for this lovely challenge and the opportunity for me to explore a darker side of my writing! Also thank you to @justareader​ for checking over my French (I’m a little rusty)! 

I loved writing this and honestly think Brenna might have to be a reoccurring character/this fic might need a part two…Enjoy!

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Brenna Wright was not a good person. Anyone who thought otherwise was either unfortunately ignorant or foolishly optimistic.

Things that would stop others in their tracks, were as simple as picking out furniture or ordering food at a restaurant for her. It was never a question of whether she should or should not – only the dilemma of who, what and how much. Sure, she had her limits. Every woman did. The only difference being, the limits of most were trivial aspects of pride, egoism, and disillusioned self-respect. Hers were simple – no children and no animals. Therefore, everything else was up for grabs. Theft. Arson. Intimidation. Kidnapping. Torture. Murder. And her personal specialty – bounty. For the right price of course. She wasn’t an idiot. And she sure as hell wasn’t cheap.

Good guys. Bad guys. She’d worked for them all. From those of renowned self-importance all the way down to the lowest of nobodies. She couldn’t care less. As long as she got paid, she did her job. No questions asked.  

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#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x ofc #dark

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Art by the insanely talented Yaoyao Ma Van As, perfectly capturing Autumn coziness. Happy First Day of Autumn! 🍂

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Couldn’t agree more. Donna deserved SO much better.

Honestly I really wish instead of losing all her memories post season 4 Donna had been like temporarily displaced or some other handwavey scifi bullshit so that she could’ve been a River Song or Master type character where she just shows up sometimes and The Doctor is like DONNA MY BEST FRIEND DONNA and their current companion(s) is like “Whomst??? The fuck????” while Donna is just like “ey oh what’s POPPIN”

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you taste like the 4th of july | s.r

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Warning(s): sex pollen, female masturbation/toys, fingerfucking, multiple orgasms, dirty talk Summary: The reader and Steve inhale a strange chemical in the lab. It affects them more than expected. Request: Pls do 20, 24 and 29 with Steve (sex pollen/heat, toys, multiple orgasms). REPOST FROM OLD ACCOUNT.

“DON’T–!”

The warning comes too late. The beaker bursts on impact, shattered glass covering the tile. Thick plumes of smoke rise from the wreckage with a low hiss. A sharp, spicy scent impregnates the air, sitting heavy in your nose. Eyes burning, you stumble towards the nearest wall, upending several pieces of expensive lab equipment. It’s impossible to navigate and keep your mouth covered. Whatever this chemical is, you’ve already inhaled several lungfuls. Oddly enough, you taste it on your lips. It’s smooth and full of heat, like spiced chocolate. It can’t be that dangerous.

On the opposite side of the room, Captain Rogers isn’t fairing any better. A stifled cough chases the air from his lungs. All he manages is a strained, “You okay, [Y/N]?”

“Yeah, I think –”

A coughing fit interrupts your sentence, so intense your ribs ache and your stomach hurts when the attack lulls into a harsh wheeze. The air is strangely heavy. Your mind grows fuzzy around the edges, full of cotton and a foreign warmth begins to gather in the pit of your stomach.

“I…I think I’m okay, just a bit dizzy. Did it get hotter in here?”

Spectator to the destruction of his lab and the drugging of his friends, Bruce scrubs a hand over his face. “Oh, this is so not good.”

You learn that the Tower’s walls are surprisingly thin the hard way. You’re back in your apartment after the debacle at the lab, stripped bare and slowly dying on your couch as your temperature continues to rise. It’s all normal and to be expected ™ according to Bruce. Of course, the chemical released had to be some fucking alien aphrodisiac  thing. The strongest of its kind, or so you’re told. What that means is for the next few hours, you’re going to be hornier than you’ve ever been in your entire life.

Under no circumstances are you supposed to scratch the itch, as it is. It seems a good old-fashioned exchange of bodily fluids is the only cure. Seeing as you’re woefully single and pining after a very uninterested Captain of the Avengers, you’re just gonna wait it out which is easier said than done.

But it’s fine, everything’s fine. 

You got this, easy peasy. 

At least, you do until you unconsciously start to grind down on the couch cushion. When the edge catches your clit, you crumble.

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How Do You Want Me?

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: language, sex, lots of sex, mouthy angry Steve, slight slut-shaming, breeding kink if you squint, cream pies

Word Count: 1,319

Synopsis: Steve hates you, right?

A/N: This is a rewrite of this drunk drabble I wrote for @shotsbyshae forever ago. This was fun to do it’s not edited or beta read so all mistakes are mine. Is it better than the original? Maybe. I think it is that's what counts

Steve’s hand clamped over your mouth, silencing the high-pitched moan that pierced the night air. Thick digits sliding slowly from your lips, dragging roughly down before wrapping around your throat. Restricting the air you so desperately needed.

Hips pumping. Skin slapping. Steves cock driving into you at a punishing pace, grunting against your ear in time with each thrust. “You’re so god damn loud,” he scolded with a growl. “So fucking hungry for my cock right?”

You nodded, tears leaking from your eyes as he squeezed a little too hard. A groan of pleasure slipped from him as you let out a choked moan. Fucking Steve Rogers was nothing like people imagined it was.

Steve was the golden child.

America’s brightest beacon.

A dancing monkey for the amusement of others.

And Steve hated it all.

He’d begun to despise the spotlight long before he’d showed up in this century and your very arrival to the team, someone who didn’t shy away from the spotlight, grated on his last nerve. You’d become a thorn in his side and it wasn’t just because you were clearly Tony’s favorite, from the first moment he meets you with your fake smile and friendly tone of voice Steve despised everything you were.

It didn’t matter what you did it was always met with bile from Steve. On missions he was short with you, snapping out orders and sneering with a condescending, “Think you can do that?” Pushing you out of the way, yanking you back into a dark corner his grip bruising your arm, Steve was being purposefully harsh for reasons that the rest of the team had no idea about. But you did.

Freedom incarnate had a dark side and you were the one who always managed to bring it out. Seething, writhing darkness he suppressed on a daily basis, let loose whenever he got you alone. Steve wouldn’t hold back. He didn’t have to because he absolutely hated you so there was no reason to be gentile.

Even after the first time, he’d pinned you in the stairwell, fucking you against the concrete wall like a man possessed his fingers left familiar bruises. He’d left you spent, cum dripping from your still spasming pussy on the cement stairs. Knees scuffed and hands raw he sneered down at you before buttoning his fly and returning to the press conference downstairs.

Steves loathing of you didn’t cease after that day.

But the darkness inside of you was awoken by his own. So now when he’d corner you, you’d always look up at him with pouty eyes. His thumb briefly tracing your bottom lip parting them and running the pad against your tongue before you’d ask, “How do you want me?” And he’d knowingly smirk.

To you and the rest of the world, Steve was perfection incarnate. A pouty bottom lip that just begged for your teeth, his eyes shining bright with so much intensity and emotion it was almost blinding. Muscles that stretched and moved like tensile steel beneath flesh hot to the touch and a cock that made you forget your name.

There was violence in his grip. Barely restrained and itching to be let loose as he held you with demanding and desperate touches. Fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, pulling and twisting your hair around his fist bending and twisting your body into position. His perfect pearl white teeth dragging against the curve of your neck before perfect pouty lips both saccharine sweet and bitter like poison slotted over your own with a growl.

“I fucking hate you,” he’d snarl against your lips.

“Fuck me,” you demanded, a whine escaping as his fingers probed past the pink cotton panties before thrusting into your soaking wet core.

When you were together you were his and his alone.

Steve owned you when that door closed and you gladly gave yourself over. You wanted to feel him. You wanted to take everything he had to offer. You wanted it all and more.

Every fear.

Every worry.

Every desire.

Every evil.

“You’re so fucking soft,” he hummed a touch of admiration in his voice. Pulling away leaving you trembling on the verge of orgasm, his hand fisting his cock covered with your slick and giving a few quick pumps before turning you over and pushing you face down against the bed. The head of his cock pressing against you again and he groaned, “Pussy so wet and hungry for my cock.”

Rocking his hips the head just parting your lips and making the breath shudder from your lungs, desperation coloring your voice in a whine at his teasing. Steve’s hips surged forward, filling you again as his hand tangled in your hair, craning your neck back to look at him with lust-heavy eyes, “Such a hungry slut.”

“Steve,” you whimpered, your own fingers reaching down and circling your clit. He pushed your head down, releasing your hair to grip your hips and start a punishing pace, the slap of skin sharp in the quiet room. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted as each thrust pushed the air from your lungs.

He pulled you against him then, hands tight against your arms before his knees settled into the soft mattress. Cock fucking up into you with the same rough strokes, bending your back against him your hands reaching back and yanking at the short strands of hair. Steve’s hand slipped around your neck again, teeth grazing the shell of your ear as he panted softly, “I could fucking kill you right now you know. I could do it and you’d never even fight back.”

You cried out, low and needy as your fingers rubbed against your clit harder and faster a choked sob slipping past your lips and you felt Steves smile. Steve could kill you. He could and you’d fucking let him.

“You fucking love it don’t you,” he purred, wet fingers circling your clit a little faster making your eyes roll into the back of your head and your pussy begin to flutter as your orgasm drew closer. “Fuck, squeezing me so tight. Cock drunk slut want’s me to fill her up? Yeah?”

“Please, Steve.”

He hummed against you, voice taking on that familiar desperate edge and hips rolling a little harder and more sloppy than before, “Fucking beg for it. Cum on my cock and beg.”

The last ounce of your dignity left with that moment, in a babble of words you begged for it, “Please Steve. Please. I need it. Need your cum so bad. Fill me up, please, fuck please Steve.”

Steve moaned loud, the sound vibrating through your whole body as a shudder ran through you. You shook as every muscle in your body tightened down, awash in pleasure that had your mouth opening in a soundless cry at the same moment Steve grunted into your hair, “Oh fuck.”

Early morning light filtered into the windows pulling Steve awake before you. Running a hand through his hair and scrubbing his face he sighed heavily before sitting up and looking down at you. Reaching out and touching your softly, fingertips lightly tracing against your face, the curve of your neck littered with love bites and bruises before leaning down. Impossibly long lashes giving you butterfly kisses against your flesh as he trailed his lips over your cheek, fingers brushing the hair from your eyes.

Steve hated you.

A smile tugged at your lips as he left the bed and you rolled into his vacated warm spot, fingers trailing after him as he picked up his clothes and prepared for his morning run.

Fuck if you didn’t hate him too.

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I can’t tell you how many men I’ve dated who thought me asking them to communicate their feelings when their actions from them affected me negatively was the same as them being owed my every thought and feeling at any moment whenever they asked.

Sorry man but those are two different things.

#relationships #showerthoughts

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Jesus fucking christ. 😳

Steve rogers with size kink (reader is smaller than him) is all i need 😭😭

Thank you for the ask. 🙏🙏🙏

This is something I haven’t tried before so... I hope you like it. 💕

Fill Me Up

Warnings: Size kink, pretty much porn, Steve and reader’s first time.

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You pressed a kiss into Steve’s neck as you cuddled together on the couch. You knew you were being a shit because he’d been so absorbed in the movie that you remembered being one of your father’s favorites. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

Steve Rogers enjoyed nothing better than a buddy movie. It reminded him of missions with Bucky or Sam. Maybe it reminded him of his time in the army.

Paul Newman’s Butch Cassidy asked Robert Redford’s Sundance Kid, “What’s the matter with you?”

Your kiss lingered over Steve’s pulse, your tongue gently tasting the salt of his skin. His heavy arm tightened around you. His hand spanned your hip, held you to his side.

“I can’t swim,” the Kid muttered.

Butch Cassidy laughed hard before telling his younger partner, “Are you crazy? The fall will probably kill ya.”

As the characters on screen shouted and jumped off the cliff to escape, your arm slid down from Steve’s chest to his stomach. You nipped at his neck lightly with your teeth.

That earned you a muted moan and you grinned into his neck. Steve always ran warm, but more heat was coming off him now.

You enjoyed your movie date nights with Steve. You really did. Here you were all nice and cozy on Steve’s couch. But you’d been dating for a few weeks now and making out on the couch was as far as you ever got.

What did a girl have to do here?

Your hand moved further down. Just a smidge.

Steve blew out an exhale. The outline of him swollen and hard was mistakable at the front of his jeans.

“Not going to let me finish the movie, huh?” Steve didn’t sound too put out.

Chaining kisses back up to just under his ear, you teased the lobe with your tongue before gently pulling it between your lips. You enjoyed the way he shivered in your arms. It offered the perfect opportunity for you to slide your hand to its ultimate destination…

You hand wrapped around him as much as you could through the denim. Steve’s hand closed around yours. He wasn’t trying to move your hand and it was satisfying to feel his hips nudge up into it.

You moaned low into his ear and he shivered again. You liked this.

Feeling bold, you swung a leg across his lap until you straddled him. And you did take Steve off guard but in a beat that surprise changed. That blue-eyed gaze darkened, had your core heating up even more. But desire blended with something else. Uncertainty maybe?

No, no, no.

“Is this okay?” you asked innocently, leaning forward to steal a kiss from those gorgeous lips.

Steve swallowed hard but his hips rolled beneath you, making you feel the heated length of him. He wanted you. But what was going on at lightning speed in that enhanced mind of his?

When his hands slid up your thighs to grip your hips, your confidence climbed.

“It’s more than okay, sweetheart,” Steve muttered against your lips as you continued to drop kisses across his mouth and jaw, dipping down to tease his neck. “We’re just going to…”

That stopped you. “What?”

Another roll of his hips. It felt like he wanted you.

But as he struggled to explain what was in his head, doubts started creeping in from the corners of your mind. What if you were moving too fast? What if you just massively disappointed him?

His expression softened as his gaze locked with yours.

“Sweetheart, no,” Steve’s expression took on a note of concern. “God, no. Don’t even think for a minute I don’t want you.”

When you tried to move off his lap now, feeling a little unsure, he easily held you there.

“I just need to be careful with you,” he explained meaningfully.

“Steve, I understand your strength,” you told him. “I do. But you won’t hurt me… I trust you.”

Grinding down on him, you loved the way his head tipped back, his eyes slid closed for just a second.

“It’s a little more than that,” he pointed out. “Look at you… You’re tiny, sweetheart.”

“Most people next to you are,” you replied, sliding your hands up his chest.

The look he gave you next made you realize you still weren’t getting the point he was trying to make. Yeah, you barely reached Steve’s shoulder. And you weren’t very big, granted, but…

Oh. Oh.

Another roll of his hips, and this time he pushed you down harder against his cock, and you felt your panties sticking wetly to you beneath your jeans. You ached, craving him. Okay, so he was packing with a capital P. You expected no less.

“Is that why you haven’t wanted to…”

“Oh, I want to,” Steve assured you. “But I don’t want to hurt you. Not that I’ve been with a lot of women, but I’ve never been with someone your size in that way before.”

More doubts. Again, you tried to move off his lap. He held onto your hips tighter.

“I need to make sure I can keep control,” Steve explained, shifting so he was sitting up straighter. Leaning forward, he claimed your lips for a heated kiss. It lacked the care and subtlety of his usual kisses. It was lusty and deep. The shift in position had him tight against you between your thighs and you couldn’t resist grinding yourself against him as he kissed you breathless.

“I’ve got to be honest,” Steve explained in a breathy voice. He was as excited as you were, his lips burning across your jaw to your ear.

“The thought of you taking me inside you,” his voice dropped to a whisper that had you squirming in his hold, “gets me so hard. How tight will you be around my cock? Can you take all of it?”

You were gasping, grinding into him from his words alone. To this point, Steve watched his language around you and now he was talking dirty? Your hands slid up around his neck, your fingers sliding up into his hair.

His mouth painted the tender flesh of your neck with demand. One hand slid slowly up from your hip.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about since I met you?” Pulling back to look at you his blue eyes were storm dark now. “I’ve been thinking about fucking into you, wondering how long it would take me to get you soaking wet and ready for me. How long would it take to work my cock into you?”

One huge hand slid over your breast, gently squeezing. You pressed yourself against his palm, your pussy was really aching, weeping now.

“There’s only one way to find out, Steve,” you muttered breathlessly as he yanked down the neckline of your top and one bra cup too to reveal one breast.

When he got his mouth on your breast, his tongue dancing around your nipple, you gasped, fingers clutching in his hair. He stopped abruptly, hand clutching the hem of your shirt before roughly pulling it up and over your head. The hooks of your bra gave way as he ripped that away from you.

With an iron-hard arm wrapped around your back to hold you in place, Steve teased both breasts with his mouth, teasing you into a frenzy on his lap. One large hand framed one breast while his lips played with the other. You figured out fast that he liked you to pull on the silk of his hair, rewarding you with a deep moan around your nipple when you did.

His fingers plucked at the front of your jeans, pulling them open with impatience before sliding one big hand down the front, into the wet heat of your panties.

You were panting for him now. “Steve, please…”

The dirty smirk took you off guard.

“You feel so good sweetheart.” One rough fingertip traced the lightest circles around your clit, had you every inch of you in flames. “It’s a good start.”

Start? You were soaked. “Huh?”

You landed on your back on Steve’s couch the next beat, crying out in surprise. Steve tossed away your slides, peeled off your jeans with the efficiency of a SWAT team. When your brain caught up, you watched Steve push your knees apart, pressing a heated kiss to the inside of one knee.

Your fingers dug into the cushions under you, anticipation rippling through your body as his mouth blazed a trail up the inside of one thigh. Swipes of his tongue on your skin layered with careful nips of his teeth had you writhing in front of him, rolling your hips in an effort to him where you wanted him faster.

After a moment, the beautiful bastard stopped to grin at you.

“I love how desperate you are,” he whispered. “But you’re not rushing me, Sweetheart. You’re not the only one who’s been waiting for this.”

Your thighs were trembling as he continued to drop kisses on your skin, reaching your melting center. Steve nudged your covered mound with his nose gently before his hands slid up to grab your panties and peel them off. His gaze met yours as he pushed your thighs wider, spreading your bare petals apart. The scent of need rose on your body heat and Steve smiled as he lowered his head, his lips innocently pressing to your outer lips first, butterfly kisses to swollen needy flesh.

When he dove in, it took your breath away. He kissed your pussy like he would your mouth, a dirty kiss that was all lips and tongue. Steve had you dancing on the tip of his tongue as he slowly worked one, then two of his large fingers into you. The stretch wasn’t much, the burn slight. His fingers slid in and out of you so easily on the slick of your need.

All of you shook now, your back arched, your fingers plucking at your nipples. You needed relief. Steve’s gaze was on you as he took your apart with the devilish tease of his tongue, the scissoring slide of his fingers inside you.

“You’re being so good, Sweetheart,” he whispered into you. “Taking my fingers so well.”

When he eased a third finger inside you, the burn was good as your body stretched around the intrusion. Need clawed at your core, had you tightening against the sensual onslaught. Whatever he was doing with his tongue on your clit was making your crazy. When his fingers curled up against your front wall, you wailed.

Steve doubled down then, knowing you were about to blow apart. His tongue twisted in your folds, one rough finger pad stroked that secret place within you until the edges of your world started to fade to black. When your orgasm slammed through you, you thrashed and cried out in his hold. Your hands clawed at the couch, pawed at his head. And all the while Steve worked you through it, his gaze lit up in pride and lust.

Swiping at the juices staining his mouth with the back of his hand, Steve rose over you. It wasn’t lost on your that he was fully dressed while you were naked and shattered, sprawled over his couch.

“Come here,” he said quietly, scooping you up bridal style.

Carrying you into the cool darkness of his bedroom, Steve placed you on his bed before turning on the lamp on his bedside table. Already he was busy working the buttons of his shirt. Yes. By the time he pulled it out of his jeans and back over his shoulders, you were drooling. He had scars aplenty, faded silvery lines adorning his torso like a map. But they did nothing to diminish the beauty of his powerful upper body.

You slid a hand down your body, your fingers trying to quell the ache, the emptiness he left you with. Steve’s eyes were riveted to your movements, watching and licking his lips as you worked your own fingers into your aching body. Standing, he toed off his shoes, worked off his jeans and boxers.

Steve without clothes was a goddamn masterpiece. Perfect abs, slim hips. His thighs were heavily-muscled and powerful. You watched as he took himself in hand, stroking his swollen cock in a smooth motion as you marveled at its size.

Damn.

All you could do was stare, fucking yourself on your own fingers. Your efforts were a poor substitute for Steve’s touch. His knowing look told you knew it too.

Steve climbed on the bed, batting your hands away and slotting himself between your quivering thighs, holding himself up on one arm. He pressed the swollen head of his cock into your wetness, sliding it gently up and down through your folds. You shivered in need, chewing your bottom lip and bracing yourself for that.

Steve paused, his breath coming fast, and his handsome face flushed. “Please tell me you’re not afraid.”

You shook your head. “Please,” was all you could mutter.

Steve pushed into you and you sucked in a breath. His heated length was wide and hard, splitting you open as he carefully sank into you. One big hand settled over your tummy as he claimed you, his thumb tenderly stroking over your clit to help ease the burn.

And it burned. But the fullness, the heat was everything. His heavy cock was the cure for the ache he’d inflicted on you and you focused on breathing as he filled you.

Steve’s gaze was fixed on the place where your bodies joined, groaning when he was fully sheathed in your heat. His eyes slid closed, his exhale a sound of pure bliss. With a whisper of your name, Steve gently ground into you.

Your body pulsed in need. You needed him to move…

His gaze was heated on you, his breath fanning against your face as he lowered himself over you to claim your mouth in a careful kiss.

“Are you okay?” he whispered against your lips.

“Yes,” you managed, gasping when he slowly slid out of you. The sting took you off guard. When he pushed back in, your walls gripped him and you rolled your hips, needing him deeper. Needing more…

Steve’s strokes were careful at first, slow.

“It’s all I can do not to come right now,” he whispered. “You’re taking my cock so well. So fucking tight.”

His large hand slid down your body, spanning your tummy. Steve moaned as he lightly pressed his hand there, his thrusts speeding up just a little.

“I can feel me in there,” Steve’s voice was low, rough. “Filling you up���”

“Steve, please. I need you.”

The pride and desire that flared in his eyes made you shiver. His heavy thighs pushed yours wider and his thumb carefully worked the center of your pleasure. His thrusts came faster, harder. Still he was careful, holding back as he moved in you, stuffing you full.

You just held on for dear life, your fingers sliding on all those muscles. Your thighs locked around his hips as he moved, plunging in and out of you and hitting spaces inside you that you didn’t know you had. You disappeared under Steve, but he kept his weight from you, loving you with lusty kisses as his lower body powered into you.

“Not going to last long,” he whispered hotly in your ear. “You feel too damn good… Need you to come.”

His hand shifted on your tummy, his thumb teasing your clit. The weight of his hand changed how he felt when slid back into you, the point he hit with the next  thrust making you cry out.

Steve’s kiss was deep and taming as he fucked you faster, hitting the same mark over and over. You shook, you begged. Your nails carved down his back until you exploded, your pussy clamping around him and pulsing as your release turned you inside out. Steve’s bedroom spun away, your cries and his blending into one ecstatic chorus as he reached his release inside you, working himself through it as you gave way.

“Sweetheart?”

Steve’s whisper in your ear pulled you out of sleep.

“Hmm?”

“How do you feel?”

You were sprawled across Steve’s chest, his skin still damp beneath your cheek. His heartbeat was a steady cadence in your ear. The crisp hair of his thighs beneath the one you’d slung across them felt nice.

You stretched and then you felt it. The slight ache in your thighs. The tinge of soreness deep inside you...

“Answer me, Sweetheart,” Steve’s tone was firmer, held a note of worry.

You smiled up at him. “I’m wonderful.” You were. “Probably not going to be walking straight for a couple of days... but it’s worth it.”

You bounced on his chest as he chuckled at that. “Guess it’s a good thing it’s Friday.”

“Because I don’t have to be anywhere?”

Steve nodded, looking way too pleased with himself.

“I’m going to keep you in this bed and see if I can keep you from walking straight for a week.”

[fanfictionaries]

I feel like I just read a 30k multichapter fic in one go!

This checked all the boxes and to be able to do so in such a short amount of words really shows the effectiveness of a writer.

Truly a talent to behold! Brava!

i’m begging for you (take my hand)

this fic has 18+ content! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. this is for your safety and mine! please respect that. 

by continuing to read you are stating that you are over eighteen and understand this content is not meant for minors.

summary // bucky doesn’t do love, you love bucky. being friends with benefits makes sense, right? [bucky barnes x female!reader]

words // 19.0k (BUCKLE UP IT’S A LONG ONE)

warnings // modern!bucky, fwb! trope, brief love triangle (steve x reader x bucky), overall toxicity, cursing, daddy issues (bucky’s dad left), drinking, excessive use of nicknames (sweetheart/sweets/baby), oral sex (f! receiving), penetrative sex, unsafe sex (do not have unprotected sex!), spitting, thigh riding, bucky has a metal arm but it’s not explained why (it was a car accident & that is already known by reader)

notes // title from willow by taylor swift (this fic was originally titled heartbeat and inspired by childish gambino’s song of the same name) i just could not get modern bucky not knowing how to deal with feelings out of my head & it became this catastrophe [ive never written 18+ before so pls be gentle in your judgement of those scenes omg] happy reading! 

if you enjoy this, reblogs & replies are greatly appreciated (especially when pieces take this much work)

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“To Bucky Barnes, my now forever lawyer.” You hold out your wine glass and he meets you halfway in a cheers. Bucky laughs brightly as you praise him. “And now my sugar daddy, since he makes an insane amount of money as senior associate.” 

The two of you are halfway through your second bottle of wine. “I’ve been a lawyer for four years. I’m just now becoming your go-to?” He holds a hand to his chest in faux hurt. 

You lean towards him as you laugh. “I needed to make sure you were a good lawyer. Get me off murder charges good.” It feels like the two of you have been scooting closer to each other all night. 

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