#Captain America pillow | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

barefoothighlander · 1 year

Text

absolution - prologue

-simon 'ghost' riley x wife!reader

-warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of scars, fluff

-word count: 1.4k

-summary: you're a sniper and reconnaissance specialist in the military, secretly married to Simon, as the knowledge of your relationship would compromise both your posts. One night he comes home from a mission and you tell him that Price wants you on the team for an upcoming 141 mission.

next chapter fic masterlist

a/n: this is the first time I've written any sort of fic so pls bear with me, there will be smut eventually, I haven't mapped everything out so don't worry there will be spice. also, I'm not super advanced when it comes to mw lore, aside from the events that occur in the new mw2, but I really love this character and I hope I do him some justice. I'm gonna make a part two, maybe multiple chapters but I'm not sure so pls let me know if you'd read more. :)

this fic was inspired by 'The Captain' by @/as-is-above-so-below which is really phenomenal, so please read that if you get the chance.

It was late in the night when you heard the door open, usually you were a heavy sleeper, but you could always sense when Simon came home. He had been gone for six months on his last mission, somewhere in south america was all he could say about it, before packing up and taking off to leave you alone in your shared flat once again. A mutual understanding had been made during the beginning of your relationship, both of you were military personnel, and you understood that it came with perks, months off spent together, but it also came with its downsides, being separated for months at a time, never knowing what condition the other was in, and living in a constant state of worry about your partner. When Simon proposed, he promised to always come home to you, to never leave you alone like everyone else did, and you believed him, trusted him, and he never broke his promise. His footsteps were light when he came into the bedroom, still wearing his mask, but donning his less formal jeans and black sweatshirt, you caught him lingering in the doorway as you moved to flick on the light next to the bed, casting a dark shadow behind your husband. As soon as your eyes met he lifted his arms to pull his mask off, no longer the ghost, but now standing as the man you so loved. A faint smile crept up on your face as you awakened fully, happy to see him in one piece after being away for so long. You urged him over to the bed with a nudge of your head and he so happily obliged you, kneeling down beside your frame to plant a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, and lastly your lips, a deep kiss filled with longing.

“Hello” you smirked and glanced forward through your eyelashes as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Hi lovie” he responded in almost a whisper.

“What time is it?” “late, go back to sleep, ill be here in a minute” he said, as he brushed his knuckles against your cheek and left your side. You watched him cross the room into the bathroom, and close the door almost fully, you two never closed doors fully when you were home together, a sort of unspoken law that allowed you to never be separated. As you heard the shower turn on you sighed to yourself and fell back against the pillows, turning off the bedside lamp. Minutes passed before you heard the shower turn off, waiting for Simon to emerge from the steam-filled room. Once he did, he quickly crossed to the closet to find suitable clothes to sleep in. Entering wearing a simple pair of sweatpants, rare considering he typically wore nothing to bed as the man was like a personal space heater, constantly burning to the touch. He settles himself next to you under the covers and turned to his side so he could pull you close. Resting his face inches from yours, looking at you like he was trying to memorize your face as if he could ever forget it.

“Did you buy more pillows while I was gone?” he asked whilst fussing with the various adornments you have thrown onto the bed. You smirked to yourself, “Yes, but only ‘cause I was trying to make the bed comfier” “The bed is comfy” he replied matter-of-factly.

“Not when you aren't here,” you said as you snuggled close to him, tucking your head under his chin and settling your arm over his waist to allow it to wander over the expanse of his back, feeling over his scars, old and new, silently cursing yourself that you couldn’t do anything to stop him from getting hurt.

“Knife” Simon breathes out. You respond by simply tilting your head and quirking an eyebrow at him. “ ‘sfrom a knife, this cartel was big into watching people bleed”. A meek oh was all you could manage, as you thought about him hurt in the field, a literal knife in his back as he tried to survive. “I’m alright lovie, nothing I haven’t been through before.” He was always this way when it came to his wounds, paying no attention to them after the fact, simply regarding them as an addition to the collection of marks that littered his body. You hated thinking of him hurt, but in an odd way, you regarded the scars kindly.

“You think they’re ugly?” He asks while resting his lips on the crown of your head. “No,” you respond without much thought. He tilts your head to meet your eyes, urging you to explain. “They’re reminders..” you say while looking into his dark eyes. “They prove how hard you fight to come back to me.. I could never find them ugly”. He gives you a simple hmm in response before he arched his neck down to place a kiss on your lips.

“How was it, while I was away?” Simon liked to start conversations later in the night as it meant less time trying to force his body asleep, thankfully you were still awake, which meant he could talk to you rather than staring blankly at a wall or tossing and turning for hours in the hopes of maybe getting a few hours of peaceful sleep.

“Boring” you respond “Went to work, filled out paperwork, trained some new recruits, and practiced grappling” “So nothing interesting happened” he asked. “Well, one thing” you respond moving yourself to look at him. “Price called me” you state, waiting for any change in his face to dictate whether or not you should continue your sentence, he remained stoic. “He wants me for a mission with the 141,” you say. “No” is all Simon responds.

“You don’t even know what it is yet”

“No, you know what kind of missions we get, you’ve seen the paperwork. I don’t want you in any position that could risk your safety”

“Si, every mission risks my safety this wouldn’t be any different”

“Except I would be there, that makes this dangerous”

“How?”

“I can’t do my job if I’m constantly worrying about you, where you are, how you are. It would compromise me”

“Well, what do I tell Price? He doesn’t know we’re married, I can’t just explain to him that my husband doesn’t want me in the field with him, he’ll need a solid reason, and I don’t have one”

“I’ll tell him” Simon grunts.

“You’ll tell him what? That we’re married? You’ll give up that information just because you don’t want to risk me potentially getting hurt, that's bullshit and you know it” you argue as to begin to sit up in the bed, feeling yourself getting angrier at the idea of your husband not trusting your abilities in the field. “It’s not like I would be in the middle of the action, my position is a sniper and reconnaissance, I’ll sit on some rooftop for hours waiting for all of you to clear the way before I even think about pulling the trigger.”

“And what if something goes wrong, what if one of us is compromised? What then?”

“Then we deal with it! Like we always have, we’re a team Simon, I don’t expect your full support on this but I expect a little trust in my capabilities, I have never stopped you from going on a mission just because I thought it was unsafe, I have always trusted you. Please, do the same for me.” You beg as tears begin to prick your eyes.

He stares at you for what feels like minutes as you will him to talk. “Okay”, he says finally. “You’ll come, but this, us, stays a secret. I can’t have the enemies knowing I have any sort of weakness”

“I’m a weakness,” you ask.

“Yes, you’re a weakness. Because I don’t know what I would do if you ever got hurt. They can use you against me. I won’t let you be a pawn”

You reach your hand up to hold his cheek as you lay a soft kiss on his lips. “Okay” you whisper as you curl yourself into him, finding comfort in his warmth, as his heartbeat slowly lulls you to sleep.

Simon stayed awake, listening to your soft breathing, feeling your chest rise and fall with every breath. Holding on to you like if he even loosened his grip you would fall out. He lay awake thinking of all of the ways he would cuss out his Captain, all the ways he could try to get you taken off the mission, tormenting himself over all the possible outcomes of you joining him in the field, until eventually, his eyelids became too heavy, and he joined you in sleep.

2K notes · View notes

vase-of-lilies · 10 months

Text

It's Been a Long Time

❀ WandaNat x Reader (f)

❀ Warnings: SMUT, desperate sex, separation, cannon typical violence, oral (r receiving and w receiving), shmexy toys, use of a strap-on, poly!relationship, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart), tattooed reader (just a small one on her chest), nats and Wanda's mommy milkers, overstimulation, body worship, lots of orgasms, this is just super smutty and I hope you like it lol, sadness, tears, angst, captivity (not of reader), mommy kink (not MDLG), use of a butt plug and lube, female masturbation, voyeurism(?), threesome, lots of aftercare, kisses, fluff, and goodness!

❀ Request: SMUT! smexy, depraved smut with lots of overstimulation, body worship, oral, orgasms, and toys, just allll the slutty and smutty goodness 🤤

❀ A/N: I really hope you like this one! I set it after Captain America: Civil War when Nat exposes everything about the accords and herself, and Wanda goes to the prison on the ocean thingy. So they both go home to their girlfriend who just misses them like crazy:(

When you heard the news of the Avengers getting caught, your heart broke. The two women you loved were a part of the team, and their getting caught was the first thing on your list you were worried about, besides them getting killed, of course. Natasha and Wanda had fallen for you when you approached them while they were having coffee one morning. You had noticed that Wanda had dropped her wallet, so you quickly went to return it to her.

Unbeknownst to you, that day would change the trajectory of your entire life. The two women would smother you with their eternal love for you, take care of you when you were sad, love you when you had a hard time loving yourself, and leave you alone when you wished. They understood you, knew you, and just loved you. They showed their love in different ways;

Wanda showed it through words. Telling you how beautiful you are, saying she loves you, holding your hand in public, kissing your head when you woke up every morning. Natasha, she was a little different. Being more conservative and hidden, she showed her love in smaller ways. Protective looks at someone who is looking at you, gifting you flowers she picks from the compound garden, and tickling your back during movie nights.

Unfortunately, both women knew what they signed up for when they decided to join the Avengers. They put the people of their city before themselves. It was heroic, and you loved that about them. They were admirable and inspiring. Even when Wanda made a mistake with her powers, you still loved her. Even when Natasha turned her back on you and Wanda, you still loved her the same as well.

As you were watching TV, an emergency broadcast sounded, and you watched in horror as the Avengers were seen being escorted onto a large plane, going only god knows where. Clutching the shirt-sewn pillow, you hold it close to your heart, silent tears falling down your cheeks. Wanda looked heartbroken at what was unraveling, and Natasha looked defeated as she was escorted into a police car.

You glared red-fiery bullets at Tony Stark, who stands with Vision, Spider-Man, and other people you thought were your friends. They were watching their team get captured, rendering the city in danger as the most powerful of people were locked away. Reaching for your phone, the first person you call is Wanda. No answer. Next, you call Natasha. No answer. In a fit of desperation, you call Tony.

"What the fuck did you do?? Why are you doing this??" You scream into the phone as you hear Tony's smug voice on the other side. He sighs and lets you scream at him.

"Y/n, listen to me. They are a danger to-" You didn't let him finish.

"They are your fucking team, Stark. You are more dangerous than all of them combined! They have friendships that can never be undone, promises that can't be broken, lovers-" your voice cracks and you whimper. "Fuck you, Stark. Fuck you, and fuck your so-called morals." Before he got a chance to respond, you hung up the phone.

The channel changes on its own, and you see Natasha's picture on the screen. A headline below her says, "Natalia Alianovna Romanova, the assailant behind the escape of Captain America." You shook your head, knowing they wouldn't arrest her if it was on her watch. She would be on the run, and with everyone knowing who she is, she won't be coming home to you.

Wanda, you didn't know where she went or what happened to her. You prayed and begged someone, anyone, to bring them back to you. But nothing, no matter how hard you tried, they were nowhere to be found.

It would be weeks before you showered again. You were staying up late every single night worrying, researching, and calling people, trying to find where your lovers were. You tried looking for the sightings of Natasha, but no luck. You tried finding out where Wanda was by tracking the plane number you saw on the TV. But no luck either; it was military-protected. But one day, an unknown number called you. Immediately you picked up, not caring who it was.

"Y/n? This is Rogers. I can't talk long, but Wanda and Natasha are coming home. I have them located, and they are both safe. Give them time, but soon."

You sighed in relief and responded, "Where are they? Please, I need to know; I need to know where they are!"

Steve was quiet for a second, "I'm sorry, I can't disclose that information right now. Give them a week, and they'll be home, ok?" He waited for a response, but you hung up and threw your phone to the other side of the room.

You were angry and worried about your girlfriends. Steve was a little help with the burner phone call, but it still made you infuriated that he didn't tell you where they were. You knew that he couldn't be tracked fully with a burner phone, but you didn't know what technology Stark would use to capture him again.

Just like Steve said, it would be another week before you would see them. So you cleaned yourself up a little bit. You showered, tidied your room and the rest of the apartment, and decided to cook an actual meal—a simple [enter your favorite easy meal here] dinner for you and your lovers.

That is, whenever they came back to you.

~~~~~~~

You had got through the week Steve said they would be here, but they still did not show. Maybe they forgot about you? Maybe they didn't love you anymore. Those were the thoughts coming through your head 24/7. After the phone call with Steve, you felt something. You felt a spark of hope and were confident they were going to come home, yet they didn't.

But the day came when they finally did—the day started as every other one, in bed, unmotivated to do anything. You had gotten in the habit of staring at the picture of you, Natasha, and Wanda in central park. You were squished in between the two of them, their lips connecting to both of your cheeks as you smiled in the middle of them. It was your favorite picture of you three, as it brought back memories from the "good ole' days."

You had found that showering washed the pain away for a temporary time. The water flowed down your skin with ease and, in turn, felt like you were a new woman. Today was no different. You got in the shower, and like every other day, you continued to pray and beg anything for your lovers to come home. With every bubble that fell through the drain, you counted your wishes. It felt useless trying to hope for them to come home anymore. But you knew you had to keep trying.

After you got dressed, you went to the kitchen for some breakfast. [Enter your favorite breakfast food here] sounded amazing, and once you made it, it hit the spot. You were in your thoughts for a long time before you noticed a small knock at the door. You figured it was a package you ordered, so you answered it.

To your utter surprise, Wanda and Natasha stood right in front of you. In the flesh, alive and breathing. Wanda was in a musty blue jumpsuit, and Natasha looked like she was in hiding, her red hair growing long over her shoulders. You stared in disbelief at the two women in front of you. Not sure if they were real or not.

"I-is it you?" You whisper, tears prickling in your eyes. Wanda smiled, lifting her hand to cradle your cheek.

"It is, sweetheart. We're home." Wanda responded, a sad smile painted on her lips.

You let out a sob and wrapped your arms around the two of them. You hid your face in Natashas' chest as you pulled Wanda closer to you. "Wh-why did you leave? Why didn't y-you come home?" You whimpered, your voice muffled by the soft material of Nats' maroon shirt.

The two women looked at each other, and Natasha took the lead.

"We were caught in the wrong place at the wrong time милая (honey), and we had to go away for a little bit." She said, giving your head a soft kiss as she ran her fingers through your wet hair. You sigh in relief as you feel Wanda give you a reassuring squeeze, and you look up at her as well.

"Are you both ok? Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?" You ask quickly, pulling away and scanning the two of them, running your eyes over their body and looking at their faces to see if they wince in pain anywhere. You feel lighter as you see them shake their heads, and you grab their hands and pull them inside. Inside their home, where they belong with you.

"I saw it all happen, o-on the news… I wish I could have been there t-to help you somehow. I just f-feel like I sh-should hav-have done something." You cry, sitting down on the kitchen chair you pull from the table.

"Baby, please don't feel that way. You didn't have to do a thing. We made a sacrifice so that you would be safe. So don't you dare take the blame for any of this, do you understand?" Wanda says, kneeling in front of you and taking your hands. Her thumb rubs tender circles on the backs of your hands.

You nod in understanding and look down at your hands in sadness. "I just missed you both so much. I thought you were never coming home."

Your small voice breaks their hearts, and Wanda cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. Gratefully and happily, you return the kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck to bring her closer to you. Natasha kneels next to Wanda, and after pulling away from Wanda, you lean over to the redhead, kissing her lips with just as much passion. "My god, I missed you both so much. I was going insane without you two here."

They both smile from below you, and each takes your hand in theirs. "We've missed our baby, and I think we all need a bit of relief from our time away…." Natasha smirks at you and Wanda, and in sync, you both nod. Understanding what she is saying in an instant.

They pulled you to the bedroom, their eyes never leaving yours. They tenderly laid you down on the bed, placing your head gently on a pillow. Both pairs of hands explore your body as if it is a newfound land that no one has laid eyes on before. Your shirt comes off, and you are left bare for them. They both pause as they look at you from above.

Wanda speaks first, "Did you get this while we were gone, baby?" Her soft fingers trace the fine line of a tattoo in the valley of your breasts. The lines connect to make three naked women intertwined together, all holding each other tightly. A heart at the crown of each woman's head and you right in the middle.

"It's beautiful, honey. Gorgeous." Natasha says, leaning down to kiss along the ink lining your skin. "I've missed this body, your scent, just everything about you милая (honey)." She talks, her lips kissing down your belly to the waistband of your silk shorts.

Wanda sits at your side, smiling as she kisses your lips, holding onto your hand as she moves down your neck to your chest as well. She takes one of your perked nipples into her mouth, smiling as a moan escapes your throat. You haven't been intimate in so long, and it felt so good to feel this close to your lover again. "O-oh.." You let out a small gasp as Natasha gently pull your shorts down your legs, a hum coming from above you as Nat looks hungrily at your soaking wet pussy.

"So wet, baby. Is this all for us?" Nat asks, softly raking her fingers over your inner thighs, coaxing your legs open even more. You nod in response, your cheeks heating up at how exposed you are. "I need a taste…." She whispers, and Wanda nods at her.

Natasha lays on her belly, spreading your petals wide open. Slick strings from her fingers as she prods at your hole, and you moan softly. She licks a long stripe from the bottom of your cunt and circles around your clit, making you squeeze Wanda's hand tighter.

Her mouth feels so fucking good on your pussy, and you arch your back, pushing your breast further into Wandas' mouth. She rubs your other hardened nipple in her fingers; like a bud of clay, she's rolling into a perfect ball, and pleasure courses through your body. Your wiggling body makes it hard for Natasha to focus, and Wanda takes note of this, so she moves to straddle your lap, keeping your lower body still.

Your eyes close as both women dominate you, Wanda pleasuring your breasts as Natasha eats you out like she's never before. You grasp the sheets in your hands, your orgasm coming closer and closer until it hits you. As you cum with a shout, Natasha enters two fingers inside of your clenching cunt, smirking as you squeeze her fingers extra tight from not cumming in so long. "So delicious, милая (honey), so fucking good." She whispers from in between your legs, your juices covering her lips.

"Have a taste, my love," Nat says, sitting up and removing her fingers from your pussy, moving them up to Wandas' lips. She closes her mouth around Nats' fingers and moans softly.

"Mmmm, baby, you taste like strawberries and cream…" Wanda says, smiling down at your fucked out face. A thin sheet of sweat covers your forehead, and you return a smile.

"J-just for you, Mommy…" you whisper, your breath coming in small pants. Nat chuckles lightly and crawls to your side. "And you too, m-mommy…." you add, making sure Nat feels just as much love.

"Oh, baby, did you think we were done? No, no, no, we have so much to catch up on." Wanda smiles and kisses your lips in a sloppy, desperate kiss. While she is devouring your lips, Natasha makes her way to the closet. She reaches for the box marked "toys" and smiles at your messy handwriting. As she opens the box, she takes out your favorite [enter favorite color and desired size] strap, a powerful vibrating wand, and her favorite toy to torture you with; the ruby-like jeweled butt plug that fits your ass like a glove.

She turns around with the supplies in her hands, and to no one's surprise, you had managed to get Wanda down to her bra and panties. Her jumpsuit was discarded on the floor by the bed. With her lips glued to yours, Wanda takes your hands and pins them above your head, wanting all of you under her control. You smile as your noses nudge against each other as she pulls away for a second. You look up at her, and your eyes flick from hers to her lips. "You always take my breath away." Nat smiles at your moment with her and sets the supplies at the end of the bed.

"Alright, it's time for the real fun," Nat says, smiling as she removes her shirt and jeans. You sit up with Wanda sitting next to you, but you are quickly stopped in your tracks as Nat gives you a look that immediately pushes you into submission. As you lay back down, Wanda runs her fingers through your hair, and Nat climbs between your legs once again.

You watch in anticipation as Nat buckles the harness to her hips, the false cock bobbing in front of her. She rubs her hand over your pussy lips again and gently enters your hole with her finger. Stretching you out to make sure that her cock fits perfectly inside of you. As Wanda sits above you, she continues to brush through your hair with her fingers, something she does as a gesture of love while Natasha takes charge of both of you.

Nat smiles and seductively holds up the bejeweled butt plug, and you whimper softly, knowing how much you love it yet loathes it at the same time. Natasha would completely understand if you said no to something and would respect it. But this time, you would allow her to do anything to you.

She gently holds your legs open and puts your ass on her lap, your legs up by her shoulders. She opens the small bottle of lube and puts a small amount on the metal plug as well as your puckering hole. You jump at the slight coolness of the liquid but relax as her warm fingers rub it in, pushing her finger into your ass with ease. You groan softly, turning your head and hiding your face in Wandas' leg.

She smiles at your shyness and tickles your arm to soothe you as Nat works your ass open for her.

"Come on, baby, loosen up for me; you used to take me like a champ," Nat says, pushing her fingers in a little deeper. You moan in response, feeling like you haven't been stretched out like this in ages. Well, you haven't, but it still felt like the first time all over again. "I know you can do it, honey, come on, let me in…" she whispers, gently moving her other hand to the top of your cunt, rubbing small circles on your sensitive button to help you relax.

With a whimper coming from your lips, you relax your lower body in hopes of assisting Nat. With luck, she pushes her fingers to her knuckles and smirks. "Good girl, that's our good girl," She coos and smiles as she pushes her fingers in and out of your tight back hole. "She's so good, isn't she, Wands?"

Wanda hums in agreement, her fingers teasing your nipples once again. "So so good, the best girl." She smiles down at you, chuckling softly as your face contorts into a face of pleasure. You bite your lip and whine at the sudden empty feeling of Nats' fingers leaving you. But you are quickly full again when Nat pushes the plug into your ass, the jewel nestling right between your ass cheeks.

Nat smiles at her work and rubs your skin softly. "It fits perfectly… red suits you милая (honey). My god, you are so beautiful." She looks over you adoringly and leans down to press a kiss to your bent knee. As she kisses closer to your cunt, Wanda slowly straddles your chest and looks down at you with a smirk. "Do you wanna taste baby?" You nod eagerly, and you link your arms around her legs to pull her closer to your mouth.

Her pussy drips right over your mouth, and you can hardly contain your excitement. You pull her down to your and suck hard on her clit, making her moan and grip the bed frame in front of her. She arches her back, grinding down on your mouth with pleasure filling her veins. Lust fills her system, and she reaches back to pull on your nipples again, smiling at the vibration of your moans against her clit.

Natasha leans back as she watches you devour Wanda and smiles as she plays with herself in return. She rubs her clit with her fingers, but it just isn't enough, so she reaches for the vibrator that sits next to her. She turns it on and sighs in relief as she presses the bulb to her aching clit. Throwing her head back in pleasure, she watches the two of you through hooded eyelids, smirking as she matches the movements of Wandas' hips, circling the vibrator one way and then the other.

Once you sense Wandas' orgasm starts to form, you smile as her moans fill your ears like music, and you gently push your fingers in to help her with that final push of pleasure. She gasps, as does Natasha at the end of the bed, both women coming to their high at the same time. The two of them moan loudly as they both cum, and Wandas' hips come to a stop as she takes in a deep breath. "Oh, baby, you were hungry, weren't ya?" She chuckles and scoots down, leaning over your chest to kiss your lips, tasting herself on her tongue at the same time.

"Mmm, you taste so good, Wands." You whisper against her lips, and you smile as you take in her soft kisses in return. As Natasha finishes, she hands the vibe to Wanda, who turns around on your belly, so now she is facing Natasha, who has spread your legs wide so they both have unlimited access to your most intimate parts.

Wanda spreads your pussy lips apart and licks small circles on your clit while Natasha pushes the tip of her cock into your hole. Already being stretched out, Nat knows you can take all of her. She places her hands on your thighs and pushes further inside your wet hole, slowly filling you up to the brim. You moan loudly, and you squeeze Wandas' hips as she straddles you.

You hear the click of the vibrator switch, and you jump as you feel the vibrating against your puffy clit. A loud moan escapes your lips, your legs shaking in response as Wanda circles the vibe in all the right ways. Natasha moves her hips in a smooth rhythm, pulling endless pleasure from your cunt with each thrust. With Wandas' skilled hands with the vibrator and Natashas' cock stretching you out perfectly, you are in a state of euphoria for the first time in a long, long time.

Your first orgasm hits you like a semi-truck, and you see white. Your pussy walls clench around Natasha's cock like a vice, and your clit pulses against the vibrating head held in Wandas' soft hands. And they are far from done, you know that; Wanda knows that, as does Natasha. They continue to push you to your limits, torturing your cunt in the most loving way possible.

Your second orgasm hits just minutes later, and your juices squirt from your pussy and onto the sheets just under you. You let out a loud moan and squirm underneath Wanda. "One more, baby, one more just for us." She encourages and turns the vibrator up to its highest setting. You whimper in response, your red puffy cunt getting its last bit of pleasure. Natasha thrusts in and out of your pussy faster, and you are pushed to your third and final orgasm.

As you are cumming beneath your two lovers, they share their love with a long and loving kiss. Their tongues fight for dominance in the other's mouth. Finally, with gentle care, they move their focus to you. Wanda removes the vibe from your quivering clit, and Natasha slowly removes her cock from your soaking wet hole and gently pulls the plug from your ass. She teases you by pulling it out just a little bit, then pushing it back into its spot again. But finally, she pulls it out and leaves your ass a gaping hole.

Once Wanda moves from your belly, she begins cleaning everything up, the toys, the pillows, blankets, and other things while Nat helps you.

Nat smiles and sighs as she massages the skin of your ass and guides you to calm down. She puts her hand gently on your heaving chest, and you follow her breaths as she silently tells you to copy her. You breathe with her, your senses calming down at the moment until you are fully at peace.

As you lay fucked out, Wanda lifts you into her strong arms, carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. While Wanda sits you on a towel on the counter, you lay on her chest as Nat fills the tub up with warm, soapy water. Wanda chuckles at your tired look, your slouching body, and your droopy eyes. "We missed you so much, baby. I couldn't stand another day in that stupid prison without you." She says in a soft voice as she wipes your face with a warm washcloth.

You lean into her gentle touches and hum lightly in response, too tired to form complete sentences. Nat chuckles and lifts you into the tub with her, Wanda getting in on the other end and the two women caging you between their entangled legs. "It is so good to be home… to be home with our girl," She says as she holds out her hand for Wanda.

Wanda solemnly agrees and squeezes Nats' hand, and as your head rests against her breasts, she kisses your forehead. "We won't ever leave you again, honey. Never, ever again. We promise." Wanda nods and softly rubs her hand over your leg, soothing you as you hide your face in Nats' chest.

You knew that was a promise your two lovers would keep. It was a promise that would never be broken, despite the challenges that were faced in their everyday lives. They loved you far too much to see you heartbroken, and they swore never to leave you broken again.

Ever.

#wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #WandaNat x reader #wandanat x female reader #Wanda and Natasha #natasha x reader #Wanda x reader #black widow x reader #Scarlet witch x reader #Natasha Romanoff #Wanda Maximoff #wanda x female reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #request #WandaNatasha x reader #nats mommy milkers #wandas mommy milkers #wanda maximoff smut #natasha romanoff smut

789 notes · View notes

fuctacles · 2 months

Note

sports au!!!!!

The booth was stuffy and smelled like it’s been forgotten for a decade. But the equipment was new and the glass pane was cleaned up, giving Eddie a clear view of the court.

“Is this a good moment to say I don’t know the rules?”

The coach, and his PE professor, looks one step away from murder.

“Just remember our team is wearing green.”

“Yes sir!”

The man squints at him with clear distrust so Eddie gives him his widest, purest smile.

“Good thing nobody’s listening to the campus radio.”

The joke’s on him; Eddie has garnered a lot of listeners over the past months. Listeners that he might lose after hosting a live sports event.

“Don’t be too weird. I might send you someone to help with the rules so you don’t completely ruin it.” He pats Eddie on the shoulder, his palm so heavy it feels like he’s trying to pin him into the chair, before disappearing behind the door in the back. Seconds later he’s visible walking down the steps to his team.

Eddie looks at his watch. It’s going to be the longest four hours in his academic history.

He turns to the concsole, frowns at the unfamiliar dials and switches and focuses on the ones he knows. Tunes everything to his best ability, takes a breath, and clears his throat before starting the broadcast.

“Hello, students of Indiana University! I know it’s a Friday night and you were hoping for some nice tunes to party to, but prepare your pillows for a nap instead because you’ll be listening to a football match. No, wait, basketball. I’m pretty sure.

Anyway, dunno why you’d listen to a match instead of going to see it, but ya boy needs to pass PE this term so here we are.

And here comes our team! The green ones. It’s greens against blues tonight, folks.”

“Tigers versus Roaches, actually.”

Eddie turns around and sees a tall boy enter his studio.

“First of all, who the fuck names their team Roaches. Second, we have an intruder in the studio.”

The boy extends his hand unfazed.

“I’m Lucas, your interpreter. Since I’m benching for the first half anyway.”

“Booo, I was just going to make up rules as I go. Now you’re gonna make it boring.”

But he shakes his hand anyway and lets Lucas sit on the chair next to him.

“Careful, I’m a dedicated listener. My friends too, you’d probably lose your whole audience.” He smirks. Eddie scoffs.

“I’ll let you know, tiger cub, that many people listen to Munson’s Midnight Metal Madness.”

“I meant the DnD show.”

Eddie looks at the boy, his neat haircut and team jersey.

“Really?”

“Yes, and I’d love to talk more about it later, but now let’s introduce my teammates.”

Eddie hands him the microphone to spit out names he’s never heard before and whatever their bearers' positions were. He hopes the coach doesn’t mind it. All Eddie could do was like, comment on their appearance. Which…

“Where did you get that one from? America’s poster boy catalog?”

He watches Lucas’s face twitch with the effort not to laugh.

“That’s Jason Carver. He’s vice-captain now and will take over the team once Steve graduates later this year.”

“Which one’s that?”

“He usually comes out last.”

Eddie asks about the important stuff - the team's average height and where Andy got his haircut. He looks over the group of young men appraisingly.

“You know what, if I knew y’all play in these funky white socks and guns out I might have gotten into sports commentary earlier.”

Lucas chuckles, but Eddie's on a roll.

“Especially with such a great co-host, Lucas Sinclair! He’s not on the court yet but he’s being an invaluable source of lore in the studio. Don’t think I’d forget about you, man.” He nudges the younger student. “What’s your specialty on the team?”

“Well…” Lucas scratches his cheek sheepishly. “I’m probably the fastest and my throws are pretty good,” he admits. “Oh, that’s Steve!”

Eddie looks to the right, where a dude with Harrington on his jersey walks in, smiling wide to friends and families watching.

“Damn, that’s some magnificent hair,” Eddie whistles.

“Yeah, that’s kinda what he’s known for. This hairdo lasts through the whole game, dunno how he does it.”

“He’s gotta give me some tips, because I look like a wet rat by the end of the day. And I don’t even do sports.”

“I’m pretty sure you look like a wet rat no matter the time of day.”

The jab was true but even if it wasn’t, Eddie had a more important thing to focus on right now.

“Does your captain have a tattoo?” he asks, squinting through the window. He was pretty sure it was ink that was peeking from the bottom of Steve Harrington’s shorts, but it was so out of place on a college athlete, he needed a triple take and the ‘ask the audience’ lifeline to make sure.

“Yep. The coach says it makes him look like a criminal,” he snorts, showing what he thinks about it. “Steve said he regrets not getting it somewhere more visible so more people could see tattoos are not for criminals and rockstars only.”

“Your captain is a smart guy,” Eddie grins, almost sighing into it, to his utter horror. Just a glimpse of a hot guy from afar, a peek of a tattoo, and hearing of his liberal views was apparently enough to make his heart beat faster.

“The best I ever knew,” Lucas admits and it sounds like a Story, capital “s” and all. His next words confirm that. “Our friend group is planning matching tattoos and we are still talking him out of getting it above the neckline.”

Eddie barks out a laugh.

“Sounds like a savage. I gotta meet your captain sometime soon.”

It’s at this point they notice the coach gesturing at them angrily and they get back to commenting on the game that’s about to start.

“Okay, so explain to me which laundry basket is ours…”

“Okay okay okay. So number four is a tank, yeah? He blocks the other players. Six is a rogue, who slips between the cracks. And number one, your captain, is a warrior who goes for the attack.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“It’s like LARPing for normies,” Eddie realizes in awe and Lucas laughs so unexpectedly he starts to cough.

“Sinclair! You’re in!”

They both jump at the sudden appearance of the coach. Lucas springs up from his seat.

“Yes sir!”

“It was a pleasure to host with you.” Eddie smiles at his new friend.

“You too. Catch you after the game?”

“Sure.” He smiles brightly, his head already swimming with ideas of how to fuck over Lucas’ future DnD character. Because playing together was inevitable, the dice were thrown, and the plot was in motion.

Lucas passes by the coach who now turns his attention to Eddie.

“You’re doing good, don’t ruin it.” He looks in pain admitting that. “I might send someone else to help you out.”

“Thanks, coach.” Though Eddie doubts he’d be vibing so well with anyone else on the team.

Just five minutes later though, he’s proven wrong.

“Heard you’ve been curious about my tattoo?”

Eddie's so startled he knocks the microphone down and yanks out the cord in his haste to turn around.

“Captain!” he yells like a dumbass, faced with the hair and boyishness of no one else but Steve Harrington.

“Radio-man!” Steve yells back with a wide and teasing smile. “I’ve heard so much about you, man, you have no idea.” He steps closer. “My kids love your show.”

“Your kids?”

“My, uh, younger friends. I used to babysit them and it kinda stuck,” he admits with an awkward smile. Steve is nothing like the typical jock he’s come to expect and he’s everything Lucas advertised.

“That’s adorable, man.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” he pouts. He honest to god pouts.

“Not laughing!” Eddie raises his hands placatingly. “There’s nothing bad with a family-tight friend group.”

“Damn straight.” Steve smiles and sits on the chair vacated by Lucas. He eyes the microphone lying prone on the desk. “Technical difficulties?”

Eddie rushes to fix his equipment.

“You could say so,” he murmurs, trying to busy himself with the tangled cord. But a hand stops him before he can plug it in.

“We’re off the air now, right?”

Eddie looks over the control lights on the console.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You have beautiful eyes.”

“What?”

When Eddie woke up today, he knew his day would be weird. No day spent in a sports facility could be normal or pleasant. It was confirmed when he made a new friend with a member of the team, who was a listener of his DnD podcast. But the team captain hitting on him? That’s not your regular weird, that’s a bad strain of weed kind of weird.

“Lucas sent me over claiming a guy my type might be hiding here.”

It takes everything from Eddie not to take a look around. Logically, he knows there’s no one else in the booth. But his brain refuses to connect the dots. He licks his lips and cringes at the wet noise his mouth makes.

“What’s your type?”

Steve tilts his head and hums like he’s in thought.

“Weird, smartass nerd, as it turns out. With big brown eyes and great hair.”

“Uh, thank you?”

Steve only smiles at him, soft before it turns teasing.

“Wanna see my tattoo up close?” he offers.

“Gosh, yes,” he admits with zero shame, eyes flitting down to the man’s legs. Was he curious about what type of tattoo a gorgeous sport-type guy would get? Yes. Did he want to ogle some hairy thighs? Also yes. It’s a two-in-one kind of deal.

The coach waves at them angrily to get back on the air, but Steve promises to tell him everything about S.S. Robin after the game. And no, Robin is just his best friend, Eddie doesn’t need to worry about her.

“In fact, wanna be my date to the after-party later? The kids will freak out when they meet you.”

How could Eddie say no to his fans' worship?

And to Steve’s hopeful eyes and the slight squeeze he gave his hand.

“Mingling with jocks in my free time?” Eddie turns his palm up to squeeze back. “Sure, let’s make this day even weirder.”

#steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #mine #ff #stranger things 4 #steddie fanfiction #st #request #one shot #college au #sports au #radio host eddie #ive had this idea for months and it finally got an outlet #steddie fic

306 notes · View notes

scoonsalicious · 6 days

Text

Unwanted: Chapter 27, Unhinged - Pt. 8

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, violence, voyerism, coercive sex, manipulation, Pocket reaching her Ultimate Bitch Form.

Word Count: 1.5k

Previously On...: Carthage has been spying on you and manipulating both you and Bucky from Day One.

A/N: THE FIRST TIME DIDN'T COUNT, GUYS!

NOTE! The tag list is a fickle bitch, so I'm not really going to be dealing with it anymore. If you want to be notified when new story parts drop, please follow @scoonsaliciousupdates

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

Taglist: (Sadly, tag list is closed; Tumblr will not let me add anyone new. If you want to be notified when I update, please Follow me for Notifications!) @jmeelee @cazellen @mrsbuckybarnes1917 @blackhawkfanatic @buckybarnessimpp @hayjat @capswife @itsteambarnes @marygoddessofmischief @sebastians-love @learisa @lethallyprotected @rabbitrabbit12321 @buckybarnesandmarvel @fanfictiongirl77 @calwitch @fantasyfootballchampion @selella @jackiehollanderr @wintercrows @sashaisready @missvelvetsstuff @angelbabyyy99 @keylimebeag @maybefoxysouls @vicmc624 @j23r23 @wintercrows @crist1216 @cjand10 @pattiemac1@les-sel @dottirose @winterslove1917 @harperkenobi @ivet4 @casey1-2007 @mrsevans90 @steeph-aniie @bean-bean2000 @beanbagbitch @peachiestevie @wintrsoldrluvr @shadowzena43

Tumblr will not let me directly tag the following: @marcswife21 @erelierraceala @jupiter-107 @doublejeon @hiqhkey @unaxv @brookeleclerc

“She was just toying with you, Jamie, because she could. She doesn’t respect you. Do you honestly think she would pick you over Steve Rogers? Captain Fucking America? Especially with all the pain you’ve caused? The lives you’ve ended? Come on, Jamie, don’t be dumb.” Video Jade caressed Bucky’s shoulders.

Bucky’s face fell, and you knew she’d hit him where it hurt him the most.

Jade sat back on her haunches on the mattress. “Don’t be stupid, Jamie,” she reiterated. “Do you really think she’d want someone like you, who can’t even control their cock in a fight, when she could have America’s Golden Dick? I bet they laugh at you, how easy it is for them to get away with it, right under your nose. You think it’s just a coincidence that, as soon as you're out of the country, she’s seen by all of New York’s elite getting cozy with your best friend? The one person you asked her to stay away from? She was just waiting for you to get out of the picture so she can show her real boyfriend off to the public.”

You watched as Bucky’s entire body clenched, his face tightening in anger. “You said you wanted to get back at her,” Jade urged, putting her hands back on Bucky’s body. “To punish her for what she did. So punish her, Jamie. Use me. Use me to make her hurt the way she made you hurt. Don’t let her play you for a fool.” You saw Bucky struggle, at war with himself, but you could see the anger pulse through him, and you knew that, with this snake whispering in his ear, there was no way he could have come to any other conclusion than that you had betrayed him. You almost felt sorry for him– he didn’t have a chance.

“Come on,” she said, leaning Bucky back so he was lying propped up on the pillows. “You won’t even need to do anything. Let me take care of you, okay? Let Vixen make you feel good.” Bucky scrunched his eyes closed, putting his hands over his face. It was painfully clear he wasn’t an enthusiastic participant, but it still hurt knowing that he had been so angry at you for something you hadn’t done that he was willing to do this.

“We just have to get Little Jamie to come out to play,” Jade teased as she straddled him. Your view was obstructed by her body, but you had no doubt that she was jerking him off in an attempt to get him hard.

It just… seemed to be taking a really long time.

“Come on Jamie,” Jade said after a few minutes. “You gotta help me out here. Give me a little something to work with.”

It seemed to finally work after a while, and Jade re-positioned herself as she lined Bucky up with her entrance. You couldn’t watch anymore, so you shut your eyes. It didn’t stop you from hearing the horrible sounds of her moaning as she bounced up and down on his cock, though.

You thought you were going to be sick, but then you heard it, so soft that if you had your eyes open, your senses diluted, you would have missed it. “Pocket,” Bucky moaned. “Fuck, Pocket. Keep going, baby. I’m so sorry, doll. I’m so sorry. I love you so fucking much.”

His moans grew louder. “Pocket,” he cried, “God, baby, I miss you so fucking much!”

You started laughing. It was the fucking weirdest, most uncomfortable position you’d ever found yourself in in your entire life, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Oh my god,” you panted, trying to catch your breath as Jade looked down on you in confusion. “That’s the most pathetic thing I have ever seen!”

Jade wrapped a hand roughly around your throat and squeezed threateningly, cutting off your laughter. “What did you say?” she seethed.

You coughed when she’d released your neck and you could breathe again. A few drops of your blood had fallen from your nose to rest on Jade’s wrist. “I said, that’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” You jutted your chin toward the phone she still held. “You think that’s proof that he wants you? Oh, honey. You truly are a stupid cunt, aren’t you? He couldn’t even get hard for you without thinking about me. You were a convenient fleshlight– just a hole when I wasn’t available.”

You would have felt monstrous speaking to any other woman like that, truly, but you had to do everything in your power to keep her distracted, to keep her from moving forward with her plan to auction you off to the highest bidder, so that you could buy some time for the calvary to arrive. And besides, Carthage wasn’t just another woman– she was your fucking nemesis, and she deserved every foul word you could throw at her.

God, you hoped Tony showed up first. The image of him sending Jade through the wall with a repulsor blast was enough to send you into fits of giddy laughter. Then maybe Bruce could toss her around like a ragdoll, the way he had with Loki. You’d pay to see that. You wondered if Carthage had headbutted you hard enough to cause a concussion– you certainly weren’t feeling fully in your right mind.

Jade backhanded you, the force of the blow so hard that your head snapped to the side, leaving you seeing stars. “You’re LYING!” she shouted. Grabbing you by the hair, she hoisted you up, metal chair and all, and slammed your face into the nearest wall. Perhaps she’d rattled a screw loose, because you couldn’t seem to get your laughter under control. “Don’t damage the merchandise, Vixey,” you coughed, spitting out even more blood. “Wouldn’t want to hurt my chances at auction, would you? Bad for business.”

“You fucking bitch!” Jade shouted. She ripped your bindings free from the chair and lifted you up by the throat. “Fuck–” she punched you in the stomach– “the auction!” In the face. “I’m gonna–” In the solar plexus– “fucking kill you–” back to the face– “myself!” Each blow was excruciating, and you were sure you’d heard a rib or two crack under the force of her fist, but still, you kept laughing at her.

“Poor little fox,” you wheezed through the blood that was pouring down the back of your throat. “All those years wasted, thinking you could ever have a chance with him.” Your head lolled to the side as you tried to look up at her through your rapidly swelling eyelids. “Thinking you were special, that you were made for him, and you can’t even get his dick up. He’s so repulsed by you, he has to imagine being with someone else!”

“Shut up!” Jade screeched. “Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!” She grabbed your left arm in her hands and snapped it. The pain was blinding, sending your vision into a white hot pulses. You screamed, holding the broken appendage to your body, as though that would protect you. You didn’t dare look down at it; knowing you’d be sick at the sight if you did, of your arm dangling uselessly at an unnatural angle. Instead, you curled yourself up into the fetal position, cradling your arm close to your core.

Jade began pacing the room, tugging at her hair and mumbling to herself. You couldn’t quite make out what she was saying– you only caught snippets of words, like “fucking whore,” and “mine.” The girl had completely lost it, had completely gone off the deep end. Meanwhile, you suspected you were going into shock as you listened to the rat-a-tat-tat of your rapid heartbeat.

No. You cocked your head, listening. That wasn’t the sound of your heart, beating out of your chest– that was the sound of gunfire echoing through the bowels of the base. You strained your ears. Mixed within the gunshots, you could hear screaming, voices crying out in agony and then cut short, as if their owners suddenly lost access to their breath.

Through the distant din, you could make out a familiar voice, roaring with rage, and the sound filled your heart up like a balloon. “POCKET!”

You started laughing again.

Jade turned to look at you, her expression furious.

“I feel sorry for you, Vixen,” you said, grinning like a madwoman. “Me?” she asked you incredulously. “I just snapped your arm like a fucking twig and am going to enjoy the shit out of killing you nice and slowly, and you feel sorry for me?”

You nodded vigorously, gleefully noting that the sound of battle was growing closer. Bucky called for you again, his voice contorted with rage and worry. Jade turned her head toward the sound, noticing it for the first time. “Yup,” you agreed, forcing yourself to stand and face her. You could feel the blood dripping from the corners of your mouth as you smiled from ear to ear. “Seems like my boyfriend’s looking for me, and when he sees what you’ve done, he’s going to kick your fucking ass.”

<- Previous Part / Next Chapter ->

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #mcu bucky barnes #james barnes

148 notes · View notes

georgiapeach30513 · 2 months

Note

Steve Rogers x me 🙋‍♀️ number 32 or 50 please

Oh!! I love this one so much, but...just don't hate me with this.

There Goes My Life

Summary: just one last time

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, a smidge of dirty talk, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

Series Masterlist

He sighs as his blue eyes peer at your sleeping form. You never listened. It was too easy for him to get in through your window, and just gaze at you while you sleep. He warned you that there was a target on your back. Especially the moment you left SHIELD. It just didn’t seem right anymore. Not without Steve, and not knowing what you now know.

You look peaceful, which is more than what he can say for himself. Your windows seem smaller now, or maybe it was just because he felt he could never get too close to you. The picture of the two of you still sits beside your bed, and he feels an ache in his chest as you cling to his pillow. By now his scent would have worn off considering how you had your face buried into it.

“Cap, you have a short window. I’ll buy you some more time. Enjoy your girl.”

“Thanks, Sam,” he whispers, leaning over to remove his boots. If he didn’t have this need to hold you and enjoy you while he could, he would tell you how stupid it was to leave your window unlocked. But he also knew why.

You are also painfully aware that Steve had someone watch your place. Everything changed in such a short time. You didn’t think he would be coming back, much less as often as he did.

Removing his suit, he lets the mess of what was Captain America drift into your floor. Fully naked, and for a reason, he lifts the blanket on his side, and slides in. His eyes rake over your beautiful sleeping face. There wasn’t enough time for him to just watch you, but he did it all the same. He missed you so much it hurt. So much that he couldn’t even focus on the task at hand because he was waiting on you to tell him what to do. But this isn’t SHIELD, and you no longer were in his ear.

Your full lashes flutter with his warm breath. Your body sidles up to his even more. He’s so proud of you, even in your sleep you knew it was him. He reaches to pull the pillow from your grasp, wanting you to use him instead when your sleepy eyes blink away the clouds from your vision.

“Steve?”

“Shh,” he whispers, his nose pressing up against yours. Every moment with him is bittersweet because you know he’ll be off somewhere else before you wake up again. Leaving you feeling like everything was only a figment of your imagination.

Your lashes flutter close as you absorb his warmth. His breath. And when his lips press against your trembling ones. “Sugar,” he pleads, but you don’t want to waste time. Each time he visited you felt like it would be the last time, and that killed you inside. “Stop.”

“Steve, just take me. Make me forget that you won’t be here in the morning.”

“You make me feel like the biggest asshole.”

“Language, Captain,” he chuckles on your lips. Hoisting his body to hover over yours. His legs positioned in between your own, and he slides his apart as he sinks lower over you. His silky steel cock, lays over your bare mound, and you shutter at the feeling.

“I really hate that you were privy to that moment.”

“Why’s that?” You tease as he grips his length in one hand and runs it through your slick.

“Because every time I growl out filth in your ears, I want them to be your words only. Because even though you hold your head up high, and you look so regal walking into SHIELD, you’re my dirty little slut.”

“Your dirty little slut wishes that you would just fuck her…ahh,” you gulp as his thick veiny member plunges into your depths. Fully sheathing himself into your wet heat, and his weight settles on yours. It is the best kind of smothering. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you so much,” he grunts as his hips piston in and out of your walls. Pushing and pulling into every bit of you. Molding the two of you together again, and you hope that this was the normal. That you didn’t have to wait months until you got to feel him again. That this was a bad dream, and Steve wasn’t an enemy of the country.

You focus on the way his body cages around yours and how the two of you had so many beautiful plans. Feel only the way his thicker body made you feel so small. The tickle of his beard as he nips along your neck. You swear every part of him got thicker. And it made you more needy for him.

You took every bit of his hard and deep thrusts because your body was made for him. Nobody pulled out the sounds from your lips. There was nobody else you trusted the way you trusted him. In a different world you and Steve would have already been married, and have a baby on the way. He would have given up this fight with the Avengers just to live a normal life.

But those dreams weren’t reality. Now it was a dream that the man you love was becoming so feral with the limited time he had with you. His hands slam on the headboard above you, and his hips stab into you with so much force you start to see stars. This is how he always ended things. He wanted to make sure you almost passed out with pleasure and pressure.

His thrusts make the picture frames rattle on the walls. Your hands cling to his wide hips as you feel yourself start to go blank. Damn this beautiful man. He couldn’t even bear to say goodbye. The solution was to fuck you stupid. Fuck him.

You try and hold on. See the image of Steve gritting his teeth as he forces his orgasm away. Waiting on you to succumb to your exhaustion. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your walls clench down tight around his cock, and he gets a few more ruts into you before ribbons of hot thick cum fill your belly up.

He stutters his movement as he watches your head lull to the side, and he hates himself for doing this. Hates having to be so careful. There is nothing he wants more than to bask in your silky walls all day. He pulls himself out of you, and smiles when you sleepily whimper at the loss of him.

Giving himself just a moment to stare at your gaping cunt leaking of him. “Captain, it’s time. We gotta be careful.”

He leaves you laying there, but covers you back up. Leaving behind the scent of him on your sheets, and the regret that things aren’t different. This had to be the last time. He was putting you into too much danger. Slowly he’d call the eye from watching you. He’d let you go because that’s how much he loved you.

“I’m always careful,” he says, slipping back into his suit.

But this time — he wasn’t…..

Masterlist

Taglist: @tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @pono-pura-vida @peaches1958 @seitmai @smile1318 @andydrysdalerogers @cjand10 @midnightramyeoncravings @kmc1989 @floral-recs @pandaxnienke @harrysthiccthighss @donutloverxo @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @bambamwolf87

#there goes my life #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fics #nomad!steve

263 notes · View notes

sergeantbarnessdoll · 6 months

Text

Daddy’s Good Girl » Steve Rogers/Captain America

October 30th

Pairings: Stepdad!Steve Rogers x Stepdaughter!Reader

Summary: The reader is a good girl for her stepdaddy.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, daddy kink, praise kink, pet names (honey, sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

“Daddy please!” You whined.

Steve has been denying you of orgasms all night. It all started when you were about to leave the house to go to a Halloween party, wearing a costume very revealing and not you’re paying the price.

“What do you want sweetheart?” Steve asks.

“Please let me cum!” You begged.

“Nice try, but no.” He says.

You whined and threw your head back against the pillow. Your jaw dropped when Steve rubbed his fingers faster against your now sensitive clit. Your lower abdomen tightened. Your orgasm was coming closer and closer.

“I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.

Steve abruptly took his fingers away from you when you said that making you to whine in frustration.

“Not yet, honey.” He says.

Steve stood up and took off his clothes. You licked your lips when you seen his hard cock, leaking with precum.

“My eyes are up here.” He says, snapping his fingers in your face.

Steve got in between your legs. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, your legs were on either side of him. He rubbed his tip in between your folds, teasing your entrance.

“Daddy please!” You whined.

Steve chuckled at your desperateness. He slid his cock inside of you, inch by inch till he was fully inside of you. His hands gripped your hips as he began thrusting at a slow pace to tease you.

“Faster please, daddy!” You begged.

“Are you going to be my good girl?” Steve asks.

“Yes! I’ll be good! So good!” You say.

Steve increased the pace of his thrusts, faster and harder. One of his hands left your hips and found it’s way to your clit, rubbing it in circles with his fingers. Moans left your lips as you threw your head back against the pillow. Steve leaned down to kiss along your neck, nipping at your skin hard enough to leave hickeys behind.

“Such a good girl for daddy.” He says against your neck.

You felt a familiar tightening in your lower abdomen that you felt earlier. You had a feeling that Steve was going to deny you of another orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum, daddy!” You moaned.

“Cum for daddy, sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear as his fingers rubbed faster on your clit.

Your jaw dropped, his name left your lips as you came. Steve wasn’t too far behind you.

“Fuck!” Steve moans as he came inside of you.

His thrusts came to a slow stop. Steve pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling you against him.

“You’re daddy’s good girl.” Steve says.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

-Bucky’s Doll

#captain steve rogers #captain rogers #steve rogers #captain america #chris evans #chris evans characters #the avengers #avengers #marvel #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #stepdad!steve rogers #daddy!steve #steve rogers one shot

371 notes · View notes

lustspren · 11 months

Text

P.S.T EP. 2 | Frost ft Lia

length: 8.6k words✦

Lia & Male Reader (Special Guest: Ryujin).

genres: ass eating, anal, rimming, butt play, shower, daddy kink (ryujin), dirty talk (ryujin), creampie, blowjob, oral sex, ✧

✦✧✦✧✦✧

The night you stayed in the ITZY girls' dorm was much calmer and more enjoyable than you expected. After spending about half an hour just fooling around and making out with Yuna, you went out of the bedroom (in boxers) to go and take a shower for the second time that day. It was a long shower in which you took enough time to be able to calmly meditate on everything that had happened up to now; Definitely going out in public with an idol of that caliber was quite stressful, you had a great time with her in that changing room, but the fact of having to do everything possible to hide her and not have anyone see her was one thing that you really didn't want to repeat.

The fact that you were taking a shower at the house of JYP's second most famous group was something you couldn't quite take in either. You didn't know how to feel at that moment, with the water falling on your head, surrounded by the walls of a bathroom that, aside from not being yours, was at least three times as elegant and expensive as yours. You didn't feel entirely comfortable, but you didn't feel out of place either. Part of it was thanks to the girls and how they had welcomed you so hospitably and carefree into their house, after all you were just a stranger they knew, and you were surprised that they let you spend the night with them without any complaint or discomfort in between, Ryujin had even lent you one of the many oversized sweaters she had for you to wear.

After getting dressed, the first thing you did was go to the living room and sit on the sofa with the girls, who were already waiting for you to start watching the movie. The only one missing there was Yuna, who had come in to bathe after you and who had told you not to wait for her to start watching the movie. Chaery and Ryujin had given you a place in the middle of the two of them, where you stayed until basically the end of the movie, which had been Captain America and the Winter Soldier.

When Yuna came back she couldn't find a better place to sit than on your lap, that didn't bother you, in fact, you felt quite comfy and warm hugging her slim body over her baggy t-shirt. The ones who had been a bit annoyed by that had been the other girls, especially Ryujin, who repeatedly snorted and was dissatisfied with how affectionate she was with you. You couldn't do anything, and you didn't want to do anything about it either, you just found it funny and kinda adorable how she showed her jealousy.

The funny thing is that Yuna didn't even watch the whole movie, she had fallen asleep about 40 minutes before it ended. She hadn't even bothered to hide it, her head resting on your shoulder and her mouth ajar. Lia was also sleepy, but she did last until the end of the movie with great difficulty. When the movie ended, each of the girls went to their respective bedrooms, Yuna and Yeji left together, and then Ryujin, Chaery and Lia left.

You were left completely alone in the living room, sitting on the sofa that Yeji would later help you extend and turn it into a large bed that looked absurdly comfortable. She had also brought you a pillow and a blanket, and she said goodbye to you, saying good night with a little kiss on the cheek. The room suddenly went silent, and all you could hear was the sound of the air conditioner blowing. All the lights were off except for the one in the kitchen, and the only light that illuminated the rest of the room came from outside.

You settled the pillow against the wall, and got on the sofa to cover yourself with the blanket up to your chest. You weren't too sleepy yet, in fact, you thought you had at least 2 more hours of battery life left before going into zombie mode, so you played Brawl Stars on your phone for the next 45 minutes.

The house was incredibly quiet, and hearing a door slam shut on one of the upper floors did not do your heart any good. The scare was only momentary, since you assumed it was just one of the girls going to the bathroom, but after a few seconds, you heard footsteps coming from the hallway of the stairs. Your vision angle didn't allow you to see who it was, but you kept your eyes fixed on the corridor, only for Ryujin to come out at the end.

"For God's sake, you nearly scared me to death," you said aloud for her to hear, and then returned your gaze to the phone.

"Sorry, I swear I didn't mean to slam the door so hard," she replied from the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out a carton of milk. She opened it, and drank directly from it before putting it back inside.

"You sure? Sounds like you did it on purpose to me," you exited the game on your phone and to open instagram.

"Maybe, so what?" she walked over to your side of the living room and crossed her arms, leaning against the wall next to the TV.

"Nothing, I'm not judging you, Shin Ryujin," you glanced at her for a second, then back to your phone.

"Are not you sleepy?" she asked.

"Nope, and you?"

"Neither. But there's a reason for that, you know?"

"Oh yeah? And what could it be?" you locked the phone and put it face down on your chest to turn to look at her.

"Are you really going to play dumb with me?" she asked with an incredulous laugh, then she pushed away from the wall and took slow steps until she stood facing the edge of the sofa.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you shook your head, looking to annoy her. She opened her mouth to say something, but then she seemed to think it over, gave a small smirk, and changed it.

"Would you share your blanket with me? It's cold in here," Ryujin raised an eyebrow. You winced in confusion at the sudden change of subject.

"Uh, yeah, sure," you grabbed the left edge of the blanket and pulled it up. Ryujin climbed on the sofa-bed, crawled towards you and got under the blanket, lying next to you, and consequently, on top of your arm. Then you pulled the blanket back down, covering both of you.

"Could you hug me, oppa?" another weird question. She turned to face you. You looked at her for a moment clearly confused, but ended up wrapping your arm around her body, pressing her against you through her long, baggy sweater. She squirmed a little, only to throw her hips back and press her ass against your crotch.

"May I know what you're doing?" By having her closer to her you lowered her voice. Despite being playing fool you played along, slightly moving your hips to rub your bulge against her ass.

"I'm just snuggling with you, I'm still cold, daddy," she said under her breath, "but I'd also like to help you warm up."

"And how do you plan to do that, baby?" you two kept moving your hips slowly, making the rub more and more sensual.

"I don't know, I think you might have the answer to that," Ryujin stopped, and lowered her hands to pull the sweater up to the middle of her abdomen, you didn't feel any other fabric against your bulge, that's when you noticed that she was pressing her bare ass against you. It didn’t surprise you at all.

"Do you sleep naked under this sweater often?" you whispered in her ear, placing a hand on her waist and slowly moving up her abdomen, passing it under her sweater and reaching one of her small tits to give it a light squeeze. Ryujin kept moving her ass against you.

"Mmm..." Ryujin moaned through pursed lips, as you pinched her nipple and massaged her tits, "not usually, but I wanted to prepare myself in case I got extremely horny tonight."

"And how are you right now?" you started giving her small kisses behind her ear, going down the nape of her neck and ending on her neck. Then you lowered your hand from her tits slowly down her abdomen, rubbing her skin with your fingertips until you reached her pussy, which you began to rub with your index and middle fingers.

"Very fucking horny..." Ryujin parted her legs slightly, giving you better access to play with her pussy, "but that's your fault for what you did a few hours ago."

"I take full responsibility for my actions, don't worry," you concentrated on playing with her clit, slowly rubbing it in circles and then occasionally moving down her slit.

"So will you let me play with your cock for a while, daddy?" Ryujin moaned, moving her hips desperate to feel more of your hard erection through the fabric of your boxers.

"Only if you tell me how much you want it," you bit her earlobe, removed your hand from her pussy, brought two fingers to your mouth to salivate them and returned it between her legs, teasing to stick a finger inside her.

"I want it so much daddy," she turned her head to meet your lips just inches away, looked at them, and then looked into your eyes, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about your cock since I sucked it clean at the spa. "

"Then come here so daddy can return the favor," you took your hand from between her legs and brought it to the edge of your boxers, lifting your hips up and bending your knees to remove them from your legs. As soon as she felt your cock press against her ass she pulled the blanket off both of you and got up to turn and lie in the opposite direction, having your cock just inches from the side of her face. You took advantage of the situation to grab her thigh and her waist to put her on top of yours, pull her from her hips and leave her ass floating above your face. You felt Ryujin's hot breath on your cock and then her fingers clinging to the base of it, she wasted no time, and brought your tip to her mouth to start sucking and swirling her tongue around it.

You gasped, and decided not to be left behind. You positioned Ryujin's thighs on either side of your face, squeezing her buttocks apart and pushing her already wet pussy into your mouth. Feeling your tongue start to move up and down her slit, Ryujin moaned against the tip of your cock and pushed a few more inches into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she tried to match your pace.

Your licks were combined with intense and fiery kisses between her soft folds, you let go of her buttocks, letting them suffocate you only to cling to her waist and squeeze her flesh between your fingers. Ryujin gradually moaned louder around your shaft, reaching further with her lips with each pump of her head on your cock. She didn't take you out of her mouth for a single second, knowing that her loud moans would be easily heard in every corner of the house if she didn't drown them against something.

She was making your cock all salivary and slippery, you could tell by the slurping sounds that reached your ears and made you want to keep eating her pussy like a hungry dog. You attacked her clit with the tip of your tongue, and once again brought your hands to her buttocks to squeeze them and then give them a strong spank, you didn't control the force, so it wouldn't have been weird at all if the girls in their bedrooms had listened to the impact.

You and Ryujin continued eating each other's intimacy for a few more seconds, until she pulled you out of her mouth and thrust her hips forward to separate her pussy from you.

"Stop it, I need to feel that cock inside me right now," she said, wiping traces of saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand and getting off you to get on all fours.

"You don't have to say it twice," you said, rising up next to her and then kneeling behind her ass. You spread her knees to the sides, pushed her head down so that the side of her face was against the couch, and made her arch her back. You rolled her sweater up, just enough so that you could see as much of her back as possible, and with one hand on her waist, you took your cock and pressed between her folds, slowly pushing forward to enter her pussy inch by inch.

Before she could let out a moan that would give you away to the girls, you grabbed a handful of her hair and buried her face against the couch so she moaned against it as your cock forced its way through her tight pussy.

"Holy fuck!" she screeched as low as she could while she saw you over her shoulder, as you pushed the last few inches inside her.

You didn't bother to hide how delicious the walls of her pussy felt around your cock, you moaned softly, letting your shaft rest inside her for a few more seconds until you put a hand on her waist and began to move your hips hard and deep right away. She brought her fist to her mouth to bite it, desperate to moan but finding herself repressed by the situation you were in. You didn't want her to get hurt, so you grabbed the pillow next to you, held it out to her, and she took it to prop her chin up and muffle her whimpering against it.

The hard crashes of your pelvis against her ass made her buttocks shake her like jelly, and your cock completely went in and out of her soft, warm pussy, which had you gasping with every thrust you gave. Your hips weren't moving half as fast as you could move them to drive her crazy, but you were making sure to do it hard, slamming her pussy all the way in and making her rock back and forth thanks to it.

But as much as you wanted her to feel the full length and thickness of your manhood in every fiber of her body, you were already demanding something more from each other. With both hands resting on her waist, you clung tightly with your fingers against her flesh and rested for a second to start fucking Shin Ryujin just as you knew she was asking for, fast, hard and mercilessly.

If before she was having a hard time stifling her moans against the pillow, now she was clinging to it as if her life depended on it, biting into it with such force that she could have left her teeth buried in between whimpers and grunts. The entire living room was filled with the sounds of her ass being mercilessly pounded by your pelvis, and you were sure that anyone who left their room just to go to the bathroom would have heard some trace that would lead them to suspect that something was going on down there. You thought about it, and it really did become a real concern, but you really weren't too far from reaching your pleasure peak.

Ryujin released the pillow, lifted her head and saw you over her shoulder with her mouth gaping, frowning and gasping as your cock quickly drilled into her pussy. Her body gave a first initial spasm, and then she dropped her face back into the pillow as her orgasm hit her with the force of a 10-meter wave. She raked at her throat with a loud squeal that she muffled against the pillow, and pushed her ass back from her to leave your shaft buried deep inside her as she writhed and trembled.

Feeling her pussy tighten that much around your shaft made you let out another moan. You bit your bottom lip, and leaned forward to push Ryujin's body down, leaving her onto her stomach and pinning her against the couch as you moved your hips frantically again, this time up and down. Your two clenched fists rested on either side of her head, and she looked up to meet your gaze. You locked eyes, and with a few more thrusts, you let out a loud moan as you climaxed.

You exploded inside Ryujin, and as you shot your hot load into her, you dropped down to bury your face in her neck, kissing and biting as you slowly moved your hips.

"That's it daddy… fill my slutty pussy with that delicious load," Ryujin moaned into your ear, gasping and being completely filled with cum. You kept moving very slowly, dumping the last traces of your load into her pussy until you stopped. You sighed, keeping your cock inside her as you controlled your breathing.

"Are you happy yet, Shin Ryujin?" you asked sarcastically, lifting your face slightly to look at her.

"Oh hell nah," she replied with a sexy smile, before giving you a peck on the chin, "not yet, but that will have to wait for my turn."

"As you wish, but please go to sleep, my body is already giving up."

"I would if you'd get your dick out, dork," she pushed her hips up, rocking her ass and your cock inside her. You leaned back on the couch with your hands and pulled your cock out of her pussy, which promptly ejected your thick load in a waterfall of white liquid that spilled onto the couch. You stayed watching the scene for a few seconds, until you separated from her and looked for your boxer.

"You have to clean that up, I'm not going to sleep on my own cum," you said, putting on your underwear. Ryujin tried to push herself up from the sofa, but her legs gave way to the weakness, and she nearly fell to the ground.

"Oops, can I… sleep with you daddy?" she laughed, lying on her side on the edge of the sofa.

"God," you sighed, "whatever, but hold still while I look for paper."

"Yes daddy!" she answered you innocently as you got up from the sofa to walk to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, you took a good amount of kitchen paper and returned to Ryujin. You gave her two sheets to clean herself, and you used the rest to clean the sofa. When you finished, you took the used papers and went to throw them in the trash. When you came back, Ryujin was already settled on the pillow, with the blanket covering her up to her neck and feet outside of it.

"You know that if they see you sleeping with me you'll get in trouble, right?" you asked, getting on the sofa and lying next to her, also covering yourself with the blanket.

"I'm not gonna get in trouble" she said, lying on her side facing you, and snuggling against your chest, "maybe they'll get mad for 5 minutes and then they won't care again," you lay on your side too, and you put your arm around her to keep her warm.

"I'll wake you up at 6 in the morning so you can go to your room, okay?" you took the blanket and covered both of you, snuggling with Ryujin.

"That's fair for me," Ryujin sighed, and she closed her eyes, "rest well..." she made a tiny silence, "daddy," you stared at nothing.

"Rest well, brat," you replied, until about 10 minutes later, you fell asleep.

————————————-

Said and done, you woke up at 6:10 in the morning only to wake up Ryujin and go back to sleep. It was something really hard, she was the typical person with a heavy sleep that no matter how much you bothered her to get up, she didn't listen to you. At last she was up from the couch, and she went back to her room with slow, wandering steps.

When you woke up again around 10am, there was already movement in the kitchen. In fact, you had been awakened by the sound of the dishwasher being open and the subtle clash of certain kitchen utensils against each other. You opened your eyes to see who it was, and it was Lia and Yeji, who had gotten up early to make you and the girls breakfast, a toasted Korean egg sandwich.

You had a leisurely breakfast at the dining room table, everyone was looking at her phones or talking to each other, and evidently, neither you nor Ryujin said anything about what had happened, not even a hint of suspicion.

You wanted to continue having fun with them for the rest of the day, but tomorrow was Monday, and you had things to prepare at home for your day at work and your week in general, so after noon you said goodbye to the girls, and you went back to your apartment.

————————————-

Your week went by much slower than you expected. You hadn't had almost any noteworthy sessions except for a couple, but otherwise it had all felt like a great filler chapter in your life. But when the weekend came, your spirits were high again when you received a text from Yeji the same Friday when you got home in the afternoon. You got dressed as fast as you could, and before long, you were on your way to the girls’ house.

This particular day you were more nervous than usual, and the reason for your nervousness had a first and last name: Choi Jisoo. Lia was a differentially more serious person than all the others, she was a good girl, in fact, she was careful that you didn't lack anything in your little stay at her house, but her face was terrifying, even more than Yeji's, you felt that anything badly said or anything she didn't like could be the reason for a slap right to your face.

You parked the car right in front of the gate, and already knowing the password, you went directly into the house, but finding yourself surprised that Chaery was sitting on the left edge of the pool, with only her feet in the water. She was wearing shorts and a top, both short, black and tight to her toned body.

"Oh hi," you greeted, walking in her direction, "chillin?"

"Hi oppa," she greeted, looking at you and then at the water, "sort of, I'm waiting for Yeji unnie to swim together."

"Cool," you stepped up behind her, "everything okay?" you asked, noticing that she was a little down.

"Yeah, don't worry, this week has been exhausting," she sighed, "oh, Lia unnie is waiting for you on the top floor, maybe you'll find her in the same place where I saw her."

"Gotcha, see you later!" you said goodbye to her, walking inside.

You quickly went up all the stairs, curiously not finding any of the other girls along the way, you assumed that they were all in her rooms or that perhaps Ryujin and Yuna had gone out together. You reached the third floor, and turned down a corridor to find a girl you didn't know right at the end, in front of the door of what you remembered, was the bathroom. It wasn't until you got a little closer that you realized it was Lia, but she now had dyed blonde hair, and you couldn't help but think that she looked incredibly beautiful and hot at the same time, since she was only wearing a short towel around her body.

"God, you're finally here, I'm freezing," Lia said when she saw you approach, she was idly leaning against the wall, her blonde hair up in a messy bun.

"I'm late?" you asked amused, standing in front of her.

"Not really, but I misjudged your arrival time, and I've been standing here for 15 minutes," she sighed, as she stared at you blankly.

"And you don't have your phone or something?"

"Do you think I should have my phone?" she detached herself from the wall, and took a small step forward.

"Right," you nodded, feeling like an idiot for asking that but also fearing for the physical integrity of your cheek.

"Anyway, let's go to the shower," she turned and put her hand on the doorknob.

"Oh, right now? All of a sudden?"

"Do you think I want to wait, honey?" she raised an eyebrow, opening the bathroom door. Another stupid question. Today intelligence was not exactly your strong point.

"Okay, I'll stop," you nodded again, and following her into the bathroom, which she locked.

When you entered she was silent, took a few steps towards the shower and with her back to you, she let the towel that covered her body fall to the floor around her feet. Her wide and round ass was exposed for you, as were her luscious legs and her creamy skin. You were mesmerized for a moment, until she saw you over her shoulder.

"I'll wait for you, pretty boy," she said, before sliding the glass shower door open and stepping inside.

You had rarely undressed as fast as you did at that precise moment, you could have even broken a record or something. Lia had already turned on the water, but you were naked in a matter of seconds, and you didn't waste much more time before getting into the shower with her.

The shower space was quite wide, so you and she could perfectly keep a good distance in case you needed to (of course you didn't). You approached her from behind her as she went under the water without wetting her hair, just her body. You made sure she felt more than just your presence, letting your limp cock brush against her ass.

"Blonde hair was a total hit," you said close to her ear, "reinforces your position as ice princess of the group."

"I appreciate the compliment, sweetheart, but right now I need you to wash me well," she picked up the soap in front of her and passed it to you, you took it, and wet your hands to start swirling it between them.

"I'm curious about something," you said, starting to lather Lia's shoulders and upper back, "have you showered with any of the girls before?" you asked as you slowly moved down, reaching to her lower back.

"Why do you want to know that?" she asked back, looking over her shoulder at you before you ducked behind her, her tempting ass mere inches from your face.

"I already told you, just curious," you put your hands on her ass without any kind of fear, seizing the moment to massage, squeeze and rub her buttocks.

"With Ryujin, several times," she admitted, "with no one else."

"Of course it had to be Ryujin," you chuckled, remembering your little scene with her last weekend. You moved down from Lia's ass to her meaty thighs, and then down to her calves.

"Hey, don't forget about my front, honey," she said as you continued to focus on her legs.

"I wouldn't forget," you stood up and scooted closer to her, pressing your chest and cock against her soapy body. You wrapped your arms around her body, and began lathering her arms slowly, lowkey combining it with a little massage.

Lia turned her head to look at you, you turned too, and your lips were just inches from each other. You stepped forward, and melded your lips with hers in a slow, careful, calm kiss. Your hands followed their path, this time moving to her chest, lathering and squeezing her small tits and then down her abdomen.

In the middle of the kiss she pulled her ass back, rubbing it against your increasingly hard cock. You responded by lowering one of your hands to her pussy, rubbing it with the entire palm of your hand but also lathering her thighs from time to time. Your other hand went to her neck, squeezing not too hard with your fingers and going a little deeper into the kiss while you rubbed her slit with your fingers. Lia continued to move her ass from side to side, but soon stopped.

"Don't get excited, sweetie, we're going too fast," she said in a low voice against your lips, "besides, I want to wash you too."

"It's not my fault you have such a delicious body, Julia," you teased, placing a small kiss on her lips, letting go of her body and taking a step back.

"You'll have time to enjoy it, don't worry about it.”

Lia went under the water again, washed the soap off her body, and let you pass. You took a couple of steps forward, and you only put your hand in to check the temperature. It was freezing.

"Oh hell nah," you quickly started adjusting the hot water knob.

"What?" she laughed, standing behind you.

"Didn't you say you were freezing out there?" you asked, leaving the water at a temperature hot enough not to burn yourself.

"That doesn't mean I don't like taking cold baths, now get in there you crybaby," she pushed you from behind, and you were forced to let the water run over your head and then freely down your body. You took a deep breath, brushing your hair out of your face and then stepping out from under the spray.

"That doesn't make any sense," you complained, thankful that you'd fixed the temperature before she pushed you there.

"It doesn't have to make sense, it's just the way it is," she grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards her, she took the soap from your hand and began to repeat the same process that you had done with her.

Lia lathered all over your back, shoulders and arms right away, then you felt her crouch down, but she completely ignored your ass at first, just concentrating on your legs and calves. When she finished lathering you up from behind, she stood up and pressed against your back, you felt her small nipples against your skin, and then her arms encircling your body to begin lathering your chest.

Her hands were extremely delicate as they traveled up your torso, making sure not to leave even a little spot without soap before moving on to the next area, which was one you were looking forward to. Lia took her hand to your cock, and just like you did with her pussy, she began to rub it with her palm from top to bottom, also reaching your balls. When she left your shaft slippery, she wrapped her fingers around it and began to move her hand slowly, jerking you off as she placed little kisses on your back.

"Didn't you say we were going too fast?" You gasped, letting your head fall back and closing your eyes as she continued to move her hand in a torturous rhythm.

"I'm just returning the favor, baby," she murmured, caressing your abdomen with her free hand, "but I still have something to do."

Lia let go of your cock, and you, disappointed, opened your eyes to look at her over your shoulder. She crouched down behind you once more, and this time she did start lathering up your ass with both of her hands. The double effort she was putting into it was strangely suspicious to you, she squeezed your buttocks too, but then she brought a hand between them, running the side of her hand from the space behind your cock to your ass. You flinched, feeling her finger press against your hole.

"May I know the reason for this sudden attack?" you joked, with a small giggle as it felt ticklish. Her hand moved slowly, teasing to stick a finger up your ass every time it came up to it.

"I'm just doing something I know you'll do for me later," she replied, washing your hole and buttocks well.

"I'll do that?" You raised an eyebrow, seeing her.

"For your sake, I hope so honey," she removed her hands from your ass and stood up behind you again, to once again push you into the water, and not expecting it, you almost swallowed the water, you had to close your eyes quickly and start to wash off the soap.

"Fuck, can you stop doing that?" you complained, stepping forward to get out of the water.

"I won't anymore, sorry," Lia replied, holding back a laugh.

"Yeah, whatever you say, now come here," you pulled her by her shoulders and stood her in place, crouching immediately behind her. She passed you the soap, and you began to return the favor by spreading one of her buttocks and imitating her movements, with the difference that you were making sure to reach her pussy with your fingers as well.

"You know… When Yeji told me all the services you guys provided, I was pretty worried about this," she gasped, feeling your fingers rubbing both her ass and the folds of her pussy.

"Really? Why?" you asked, eyeing her pretty ass as you washed it, squeezing and massaging her buttocks as well.

"Because I've never had my ass eaten before, genius," she sighed, "I honestly wasn't too into the idea at first, but Chaery and Ryujin called me a prude, and I took that personal."

"And you ended up liking it, didn't you?" you teased with a small giggle, pressing a finger against her ass and letting it go in just as far as your fingernail. She moaned.

"Fuck, I haven't stopped thinking about it since, I really hate you," she started to rock her hips slightly, seeking more of your fingers.

"Why exactly do you hate me?" you stood up, but still with your hand tucked between her buttocks.

"For…" before she could reply, you brought your index and middle fingers as carefully as possible into her hole, which was no longer so tight and gave way easily to your fingers, "For making me addicted to playing with my ass," she finished with a groan.

"Oh… that would explain why my fingers just slipped like butter in there," you smiled, your fingers buried up to the knuckles.

"I don't want a single word about it… fuck," Lia reached back and gripped your wrist, as you began to move your wrist at an intermediate pace, enough for her body to move from front to back.

"Don't worry sweetie, I can understand perfectly," you murmured in her ear. She had her eyes closed as she bit her lower lip, "my tongue drove you crazy."

"I said shut the fuck up," she snapped between cute little moans, your fingers moving in and out of her ass faster and faster, "Fuck… fuck, stop," she moaned, "let's go to my room, right now."

You immediately pulled your fingers out, and leaned forward to turn off the shower head. You opened the shower door and stepped outside, drying your feet on the mat and stepping forward to give Lia space. You grabbed a towel that was hanging from the tube on the side of the shower and dried your hair and body in a rather messy way, just like Lia. You didn't even wait until you were completely dry to rush out of the bathroom, she took the lead, guiding you towards her room, which was bigger than Yeji and Yuna's since there were 3 beds tucked in there. Ryujin wasn't there, which reinforced your idea that she had gone with Yuna somewhere.

As soon as you entered you closed the door and surrounded Lia's body in your arms, she encircled your neck with hers, and you melted into a kiss full of desire and intensity. She slowly pulled you back onto the middle bed, which you didn't even know if it was hers or not, but you didn't even care to think about it.

You separated from the kiss first, and you took her by the waist to turn her around and push her up on the bed. Lia fell on both of her hands, and automatically also got on her knees, with her ass perfectly raised and ready for you. You didn't bother wasting time, bending your knees and bringing your hands to her buttocks, spreading them apart and revealing her hole, something already opened by your fingers. Lia moaned loudly as soon as you buried your mouth on her ass, giving her frantic licks and kisses.

The blonde girl soon filled the room with her pretty moans, and you took it upon yourself to make her moan even louder, spitting on her hole and squeezing her buttocks hard while your tongue explored the walls of her ass as much as the length of it allowed. Wanting to drive her crazy as quickly as possible, in conjunction with your tongue, the index and middle fingers of your right hand began to quickly rub her clit, which caused Lia to start writhing in pleasure.

Her pussy started to get quite wet, you could tell by how your fingers became more slippery as you kept rubbing her pussy, filling the room with wet sounds, both from your fingers and from your mouth, spitting and collecting your saliva from her ass while you ate it savagely.

Lia was clinging to the white sheets of the bed with her fingers, crinkling them and pulling them from the edges between moans, but that wasn't enough for you. Your fingers, already slippery from her fluids, eased away from her clit, only to move up a bit and into her pussy, slowly and deep until only your knuckles were outside of her.

"Fuck yes! Eat my ass while you finger my pussy honey!" she whimpered, lifting her head to see you over her shoulder.

Not wanting to disobey her and get slapped, you started moving your wrist as fast as you could, pumping your fingers in and out of her pussy as your tongue worked her ass. Lia let her face fall against the mattress again, and after a few seconds, she exploded into loud moans. Her entire body squirmed, especially her thighs, but being a good girl, she stayed as still as possible while you went from eating her ass to scooping her pussy fluids with your tongue, with quick licks between her folds. You kept licking her pussy for a few more seconds, until her orgasm had passed and you stood up to watch her.

"Did my pretty ice princess like that?" you asked with a mischievous tone, giving her buttock a little spank.

"I told you to shut the f... agh fuck it, I loved it, I love the way you eat my ass, sweetheart," she moaned as she breathed heavily, leaning on her forearms as she watched you.

"Still, I sense that you're not satisfied, right?"

"Oh hell no, I want to play with you too, can I?" she asked, getting up to kneel on the bed facing you.

"Of course you can, I'm at your service," you stepped forward, presenting your hard, throbbing cock to her. She saw it for a second, and contrary to what you thought she was going to do, she got off the bed, stood behind you and with her two hands pushed you forward, causing you to lean over and place your hands on the mattress, "huh?" she got on her knees, and made you spread your legs to put her hands on your buttocks, spread them apart, and bring her mouth to your ass, "The fuck?! Damn Lia!" you exclaimed.

It was a very fucking weird feeling you were experiencing right now, and you still didn't know how to feel about it. At first it felt funny, like a slight tickle, but when Lia started to make the right movements with her tongue around and against your hole, you started to feel more than just tickling, you even let out a slight moan that Lia heard.

Her tongue began to move faster and deeper, and that was when you could come to understand why Lia loved it so much. You started to pant, and Lia squeezed your buttocks as she used all your techniques and moves against you. You could tell that she really wanted to do that, because she was putting all her effort into eating your ass, and that was reflected in how good it was making you feel despite it being your mere first time experiencing it.

She seemed to have read your mind, as you felt your cock was quite needy, and she quickly took action, running a hand between your legs and reaching for your cock to grip between her fingers. Lia started to move her hand up your shaft slowly at first, but she was soon picking up the rhythm of her tongue on your ass, and she started to jerk you off with quick flicks of her wrist.

That was enough for you to start letting out small moans and clenching your fists. It felt strange and unusual to be so vulnerable in front of someone, but with Lia you felt safe, and of course she was doing a fantastic job while she ate your ass and gave your cock quick strokes simultaneously.

"Julia Choi, don't you dare even stop, holy fuck!" you growled, completely at the mercy of her tongue and her hand. She had you tamed 100%, as if she had suddenly turned you into her subby slave. You were enjoying that much more than you thought, and quickly your ecstasy began to build in your body. Your words were like fuel on the fire, Lia began to move her hand faster on your cock, and her tongue moved more frantically inside your ass, licks that she combined with constant movements of her head. Soon both stimuli became too much for you, and the first tingling in your lower abdomen gave you the warning, "Fuck Lia, I'm going to cum!"

As soon as you said that, Lia separated her face from between your buttocks and pulled you so that you turned around. Your cock was floating over her face, she stuck her tongue out, and she grabbed your cock to press the tip against it and start moving her hand quickly. Seconds later, with a loud moan, your cum began to come out in thick spurts that ended up directly in her mouth and her tongue.

You pursed your lips, and left your mouth ajar as you watched as Lia took all of your load on her tongue, now moving her hand more slowly. When your orgasm passed, a thick pool of cum pooled in her mouth, which she then swallowed without even thinking. She opened her mouth again, and showed you her tongue so you could see that there was absolutely nothing left.

"I'm not even going to ask you if you liked that, because judging by what's going down my stomach, I already have the answer," she said with a teasing tone, giving you a small smile.

"Just shut your mouth, please," you sighed, slumping back and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey, there's still something missing, honey," she walked over to you, and climbed onto your lap, pressing her pussy against your cock.

"And what could that be?" you asked, playing fool looking into her eyes.

"I still haven't been able to know how that cock feels inside me..." she started, rubbing your shoulders, "I want you to fuck me."

"You know I would never say no to that," you grabbed her by her waist, giving her a little kiss on her lips.

"I know you wouldn't," you made to kiss her again, but she backed away, "but, we'll use one of my new little toys."

"Uh?" you frowned in confusion. She got up from your lap and walked to her nightstand, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a long, swirled buttplug with a ring on the end for better handling, at least 5 inches long, and a small bottle of lube. You raised both eyebrows in surprise.

"You're going to fuck my pussy while I play with my ass," she commanded.

"Fuck yes baby," you stood up, and when she approached you, you grabbed her face to kiss her again. She took her hand to your cock, and even though it was still a little sensitive, you didn't care that she brought it back to life between slow strokes.

When she felt your cock was hard enough, she pulled away from the kiss and went to lie on her side in the center of the bed, she flexed her legs, giving you a perfect view of her pussy and ass at the same time. You climbed on the bed too, and when you were kneeling in front of her, she pressed the lubricant dispenser to pour it all over the buttplug and then spread it with her hand. Once the buttplug was perfectly shiny and slippery, she repeated the process with your cock, leaving it slippery and well lubricated as well.

Lia stared into your eyes, and without taking her eyes off you for a single second, she took the buttplug to her ass, pressing just a little against her hole so that it began to enter inch by inch inside her ass while her mouth opened in an O between gasps. Your cock throbbed at the incredibly hot and sexy scene, you saw the toy buried deep inside, with only the ring on the outside, and you understood that it was your turn to jump into action.

You took your cock in one hand, and rubbed the tip along the length of her wet slit to line up with her pussy, and slowly thrust forward. You wanted to make it as slow and torturous as possible, but your cock was so slippery, and her pussy was so naturally lubricated, that it slid so easily that in a matter of seconds you were all the way inside her. Lia let out a long, loud moan, feeling filled in both of her holes.

You and her got in perfect harmony, you started to move your hips slowly from front to back, and she started to move her wrist in the same rhythm, pumping the entire length of the buttplug in and out of her ass, which had you mesmerized by how fucking hot it looked getting fucked.

Your moans overlapped one on top of the other, the texture of the buttplug could be felt through the walls of her pussy, so it added an extra bit of stimulation to your cock as it slid in and out of her silky pussy. As if all that amount of pleasure wasn't enough, she took the bun that was still holding her hair and let it loose, with her long blonde hair now free, you were sure that Lia couldn't look more beautiful than she was already

"Faster, honey," she demanded between moans, when you were still moving your hips a little slowly.

"Beg for it, then," you replied, she didn't expect that answer, but she didn't have time to disagree.

"I'm not going to call you daddy like a little slut like Ryujin does, just fuck me harder please, I need it!" she whimpered, moving her wrist faster, fucking herself into her ass at the exact pace she demanded. For a moment, a question about it crossed your mind: 'How the hell did you know that Ryujin called you that'?

You didn't have time to think about it right now. You put a hand on her buttock, and she let out a high-pitched squeal as you gave her a hard spank and began to move your hips much faster, imitating the pace of her wrist. You grabbed her ass in a tight grip, feeling the soft flesh between your fingers as you pumped in and out of her pussy between low grunts.

Lia began to lose her sanity in a matter of seconds, it was too much pleasure for her, being fucked fast and hard in both holes, and you soon began to feel envy of that buttplug.

"I want to fuck your ass," you growled under your breath, and she didn't hesitate to comply with your wish.

She pulled the buttplug out of her ass, and switched it to her other hand as you reached out of her pussy to make the switch. Lia took the buttplug, now turned into a dildo, deep inside her pussy, and you took your cock right deep inside her ass, which was without a doubt, a sensation that almost took you to another spiritual plane. She now started fucking herself, pumping her wrist as fast as she could, and you started slamming her ass with your pelvis, fucking her hole with the force of a machine.

The room was filled with the sounds of flesh-on-flesh smacking and intense moans, diminishing in quantity as the pleasure drove her so insane that almost no sound came out of her mouth. She was close to cumming, and you knew it. You gave her another hard spank in the same spot, then clung to her waist to pound her ass hard. Lia dropped her head, her gaze blank as you gave your last thrusts until her body went into a chain of strong spasms and tremors.

Finally a long, loud moan left her mouth as you continued to mercilessly fuck her through her orgasm. You were already very close to your own ecstasy, so it didn't cross your mind for a second to even stop or fuck her slower even though she had already stopped moving her wrist. Lia looked at you with teary eyes and a completely weak face, as if you had taken her soul out of her body. She pulled the buttplug out of her pussy and left her hand loose while you shook her body like a rag doll. And a few more thrusts were enough for you to explode inside her ass.

You grunted loudly, and then a moan escaped you as you gave her your second load of the night, just as big and thick, inside her tight hole. Lia gasped, feeling her ass being completely filled with your hot thick liquid. You gave her a few more slow thrusts, making sure to get all of your seed inside her before pulling your cock out very slowly, so that all of the cum that had been left inside her gaping hole began to cascade down her thigh and then to the mattress.

You were sweating all over, and your breathing seemed like that of an Olympic cyclist after completing a circuit, so when you finished, you dropped to the side of her and instinctively, you put an arm over her body to hug her. Lia snuggled into you, with her back pressed against your chest, and then went completely still like you. You closed your eyes, and relaxed so that, minutes later, you fell completely asleep with the pretty frozen princess.

———————————————————————

Spren Notes:

I really have nothing to say here lol. Just enjoy it! I loved writing this shit.

If you, dear reader, are interested in buying me a commission, do not hesitate to go through my inbox, I’ll be delighted!

#itzy smut #lia smut #ryujin smut #kpop smut #fanfic smut #male reader smut #male reader insert #x male reader #smut #kpop fanfic

920 notes · View notes

talesofadragon · 3 months

Text

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬

Synopsis: Receiving wind that Hydra has successfully managed to awaken another wave of winter soldiers, Captain America appoints his two best avengers, Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N, for the job. But aside from Bucky’s trepidation at reliving his worst memories, there’s something else rooting him in his place–the fear of inflicting harm on the woman he loves the most. Between her encouraging words and his violent past, what will happen when Y/N is forced to encounter her boyfriend’s alter ego?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Warnings: Angst | Fluff

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫��𝐭𝐡𝐬 Masterlist | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

“𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍, whose brilliant idea was it to hitch a ride to Antarctica at four in the morning?” Sam groaned, shooting Steve a tired side-eye. The glare would've carried more weight if Sam's eyelashes weren't so heavy he looked on the verge of collapsing into sleep right then and there.

“It’s a twenty-hour flight,” Steve stated matter-of-factly, ignoring Sam’s blatant groans.

Everyone was almost in the Quinjet, with Bruce and Clint slumped in a bunk each. By the sound of their rhythmic snores, the early mission hadn’t disturbed their sleeping schedules, and the Big Guy was too exhausted to comment about his new surroundings. Natasha was in there, too, plugging in the mission's coordinates. Needless to say, besides her and the two supersoldiers standing in the hangar, everyone else looked more than eager to go back to dreamland.

Y/N eyed Sam as he hugged his pillow tightly, using the walls to steady himself. Sam, who was this ball of infinite energy, was dozing off at the speed of light. And though he was used to waking up early and heading off for his morning lapses with Steve, the poor guy was stuck in a debrief with Nick Fury late last night and had barely managed to get some shut-eye.

“I think what Sam means is why endure a twenty-hour hassle to get to Queen Maud Land when we could’ve figured out a faster means of transportation,” Y/N interjected.

Steve raised a skeptical brow. “Like what?”

“Portalling,” she shrugged, catching Sam’s attention. “What’s the point of having friends like Dr. Strange if we don’t ask for help when we need it?”

"Because, for one, Strange is not a friend," Tony asserted, his voice carrying a hint of annoyance. He looked pristine and smelled fresh, his gym bag slung casually over his shoulders. Figures the insomniac would be the least bit aggravated at the prospect of deploying to Antarctica before even the worms were up. "And second, what makes you think he’d help us?"

“Maybe because he’s also an Avenger.”

Tony gasped aloud, his hand shooting up to cover his arc reactor. His melodrama got even Steve to roll his eyes. “Firstly, take that back. There are only six Avengers and a handful of enhanced sidekicks.”

“Excuse me?” Bucky chimed from next to Y/N.

“Seven Avengers,” Tony corrected, shooting Y/N a glance. Not even Bucky’s death glare or Sam’s scuff halted his monologue. “Anyway, back to the topic at hand. What’s bigger than Strange’s bibbidi-bobbidi arsenal is his ego—”

Natasha interceded, “Says the man who had his name plastered on a building.”

“I heard that, Jessica Rabbit.”

“As you should’ve. I’m sure,” Steve piped in.

Tony’s lips twitched in their signature way. He pushed Steve aside and entered the Quinjet, throwing his bag on one of the biggest bunks available. For a man who’s not keen on sleeping, or being accused of egotism, his behavior is quite contradictory.

“The point is, Stephen Strange’s medical license may scream, ‘I help people for a living,’ but doctors talk a big game until the hospital bill arrives.” He paused, turning his attention back to Sam and Y/N. “That’s when you realize their benevolence comes with a hefty price tag.”

"One that I'm sure you can afford because you're a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, as you oh-so-casually like to remind us all."

"Okay, weren't you sleeping?" Tony pointed an accusatory finger at Clint, who had rolled over and sassed him. Clint refrained from answering, his light snores filling the now silent area.

Sam took this as his cue to build on the previous point. "I’m with Clint on this one. Why don't you score three out of four on the Stark Personality Index and give Strange a call?"

"Why don't you channel your inner sorcerer and magically zip it? Because the less we debate, the quicker we might actually get something done," Tony rebutted. He waved his hands around, signaling for everyone to board the jet. Sam and Steve went further inside, both commenting on Tony's antics. Y/N and Bucky were the only ones who lingered in the back.

“James,” Y/N whispered, catching Bucky’s attention. His electric blue eyes held her gaze. He expected her to ask him about his well-being or point out his lack of commentary. But, to his surprise, Y/N gently took his metal hand and squeezed it. “It’s going to be just fine.”

Bucky laced their fingers together, bringing their interlocked hands to his lip and planting a soft kiss on her knuckles. Sometimes, he could’ve sworn Shuri had augmented the sensory feedback in his prosthetic. But when Y/N’s eyes twinkled as they did now, and a wave of undiluted love inundated his heart, he knew it had less to do with technology and more to do with her.

“Stick by my side,” he reminded her firmly.

Y/N’s lips twitched, the corners rising to form a smirk. “Till the end of all lines.”

Bucky broke into a chuckle, briefly shaking his head. He pulled on her hand, making her fall into step together. Though the nagging feeling in the back of his mind hadn’t dissipated, he gladly ignored it as he led Y/N to one of the bunk beds. She needed all the sleep she could get, and he needed the reminder that she was very much real and very much close.

“Avengers Assemble.”

Y/N bet Tony’s entire fortune (obviously, because he was the billionaire, not her) that Steve, along with everybody else, expected anything—literally, anything—except for Bruce to burst out laughing at this exact moment. It wasn’t even a shortle or an innocent giggle. He was doubled over, gasping for breath, one hand gripping his stomach while the other clung to a chair for support.

It was only when the entire group turned to face him that his laughter began to gradually cease. “You said Ass,” Bruce clarified sheepishly, his weariness rising now that all eyes were on him. “You know, because you’re America’s ass, and you could’ve literally said anything else, but you chose that word. Right, Tony?”

“Right,” Tony replied wryly.

It was evident that Bruce was growing increasingly uneasy. The team had reached Queen Maud Land, Antarctica, with only five minutes to spare before landing. FRIDAY was working to determine the safest landing spot, considering it was well past midnight and the relentless snowstorm showed no signs of abating.

A tingling sensation emanated from Bruce, creeping into Y/N's consciousness. Quickly, she skipped to his side, stretching out her hand. With a gentle smile and inviting eyes, she wordlessly sought Bruce's approval to make contact. As he extended his hands, Y/N eagerly accepted it. A radiant silver encircled her irises, the hue spreading through them. Likewise, her veins adopted a pale white, the color effortlessly transferring from her to Bruce. In a matter of seconds, she sensed his shoulders ease, a soothing wave of calmness enveloping him.

“Thank you,” Bruce said softly.

“Don’t mention it,” Y/N replied as her eyes reverted to their original color.

She swiftly made her way to Bucky, watching as Bruce stood taller, giving Steve his undivided attention.

"Now that we've all... assembled, for lack of a better term," Y/N giggled at Steve's joke, earning a lopsided grin. "At face value, this Hydra facility appears to be a scientific research ground. However, we know from SHIELD intelligence that it's not—particularly the East Building. It's safe to assume that both the Observatory and the Experimentation Lab may not include the soldiers we're looking for, but that doesn't exclude any relevant intel we could possibly gather.

"Sam, we'll need you to conduct a quick aerial scan. Deploy Red Wing to ensure the main entrance points are accessible and check for heat signatures to quantify the number of Hydra operatives inside. Nat and Bruce, you'll be in the Observatory. It's the smallest of the three buildings, with only one floor to cover. Sam, once you're done with your report, land in the Experimentation Lab and wait for Clint and me. Tony, you're with Bucky and Y/N in the East Building. Any questions?"

“For the record, that itself was a trick question,” Natasha noted as she double-checked her hidden weapons. The latest NSFW suits (abbreviated for “Nano Secure Field Wear,” though Tony insisted on using the acronym) made it impossible to discern the locations of her weapons. “None of you better ask a single thing because even this Russian ass is freezing and is ready to kick some butt to get warmed up a little bit.”

“Hey, I’m not one to argue when asses are involved,” Tony commented. “Let’s go, Wilson. Time is money.”

Sam rolled his eyes, lowering his night vision glasses. “Says the billionaire,” he huffed, wings at the ready.

“I heard that, Iago”

“As you should’ve. I’m sure,” Natasha sassed. Safe to say, Tony didn’t mirror everyone’s laughter.

“So, Lynx. On a scale of Africa to Antarctica, how are you two snowglobes enjoying this weather?” Tony quipped.

He was supposed to fly to the East Building, but the storm was unrelenting. Steve had asked Sam and Tony to limit their aerial assessments, not wanting to risk damage to their gear. Unfortunately, that meant Tony had to walk to the building alongside Bucky and Y/N. While this wouldn’t normally be a problem, the loud groans coming from the side painted a clear picture of Bucky’s sullen behavior. And God knew how much Tony and Bucky just loved to push each other’s buttons.

“Just because my moniker happens to be ‘Lynx’ doesn’t mean I am one, Tony,” Y/N shot back. Her eyes glinted with a hint of mischief as she gazed at him. “If we all carried the same traits as our pseudonyms, then you’d be as heavy as your ego.”

Bucky elected to laugh at this one, watching with glee as Tony made a face. Even with his suit hiding his features, it wasn’t hard to picture his reaction. “You should know better than to try and sass her.”

Tony shrugged, picking up his pace and walking just a bit ahead of the two. “Teasing your girl is my favorite pastime, Barnes. She’s a ray of sunshine when she wants to be. Too bad she’s stuck in the wrong season.”

“He can’t keep his mouth shut for thirty seconds, can he?”

Y/N giggled, shaking her head. “I’m afraid that might cause him an aneurysm, baby.”

The storm was fierce, with the wind battering them from various directions. For the most part, the trio easily navigated the road. Tony was leading them, using his altered nano blasters to inconspicuously clear the path when the snow was too thick.

And yet, while the enhanced suits blocked out the cold, they didn't imbue any of those who wore them with warmth, maintaining the body temperature at a neutral level. So, when Bucky unexpectedly felt a fiery rush glistening across his gloved hand, he immediately looked down and broke into a dulcet smile at the sight of Y/N's smaller hand in his.

“You seem lighter,” she commented.

Bucky kept his eyes on his surroundings as he responded, “Is this an attempt at praising Stark’s new suits?”

“No, silly,” she chuckled. Of course, she’d find ways to lighten his mood in these frosty conditions. “I was talking about you, not your clothes.”

“Using your abilities on me, Lynx?”

“You’d know if I was.”

It’s true, he would. Not that she had ever used them on him, anyway. It was only when he grappled with his nightmares that she did, and that was only when she had earned his explicit permission to do so.

“I’m convinced that even without your enhanced abilities, you would still be the only person able to influence my emotions.”

Y/N furrowed her brows. “What do you mean by that?” She almost missed a step when Bucky briefly chanced a glance at her. His electric blue eyes were darker, given the lack of light, but there was something else there—an emotion she had trouble deciphering. "That’s not exclusive to me. I’m not the only person who influences your mood."

Bucky smirked, his thumb drawing circles along Y/N’s gloved hand. “You are the only one that counts.”

“Do you say that to every woman you come across, Sergeant?”

“Only the ones I’d like to keep around, angel.”

Y/N playfully jabbed him in the ribs, and to his surprise, he felt it even through the layers he was wearing. Taking the light-hearted punch in stride, Bucky mock-pretended to be hurt.

“I don’t know if Tony has rubbed off on you or if it’s the other way around," Y/N lamented, her pout visible, even cuter with the cold air escaping her mouth.

“Don’t involve me in your lover’s squabble.” Speak of the devil.

Bucky had to roll his eyes at the unwanted intervention. “Overly narcissistic of you to assume you are part of the conversation, Stark.”

“Overly irresponsible to shamelessly flirt with your girlfriend before shutting off the open communication channel of your earpiece, Barnes. Judging by the flush of your cheeks, it seems that even this playboy can influence your emotions.”

It took too long for Tony to register the snowball Bucky had gathered and chucked at his face, even longer to notice Y/N’s outstretched leg before he fell face first in the snow—because the communication channel was certainly not open. Tony, as always, was just being a nosy little worm.

"Observatory sweep complete. Six targets eliminated. Uploading the recon data," Natasha informed, the audible huff in her voice coinciding with a forceful kick against a Hydra operative.

“Copy that,” Steve acknowledged. There was silence on the line, one that mirrored the noiselessness that greeted Y/N, Bucky, and Tony as soon as they entered the East Building. The three exchanged discreet glances, brandishing their weapons as they ventured deeper into the vicinity. “We’ve yet to face any resistance in the Lab. Clint found a hidden passageway on the far right, though. We’re making our way in now. Bucky, do you reckon we’ll find the soldiers there?”

“Unlikely,” Bucky answered promptly. “All prisoners are kept at sub-level units under strict observation. Unless the passageway leads you to a lower floor, you’ll most likely encounter more agents.”

“Speaking of agents. Any on your end so far?”

“None.”

“Well, looks like our luck ran out. Be careful.”

The corners of Bucky’s lips twitched as a grin began to spread on his face. “When am I not?”

With Steve’s grunts receding and the conversation dying down, Bucky and Y/N left Stark to scour the upper floor while they inspected the sub-levels. Though there was an enormous likelihood that the soldiers were situated somewhere in this area, the lack of supervision made them question whether this entire mission was either a trap or a distraction.

Bucky turned to Y/N as soon as he descended the staircase. He seemed disconcerted at the thought, while Y/N was unfazed. “They have an unknown number of active supersoldiers,” she said, graciously blending in with the shadows at the same time Bucky stuck closer to the walls. “Why would they need to have any guards surveying an area they've labeled as ‘barren’ for a reason?”

“You have a point,” Bucky acknowledged. He scanned his surroundings, locating an intersection a few steps across. “Can you feel if the soldiers are anywhere close?”

Y/N’s brows knit together in concentration. She huffed, the sound unregistered by her own ears. Bucky noticed it, though. Just like he registered her pout.

“I can’t detect any active emotions.”

“Maybe they've put them in cryo.” Bucky pondered aloud.

Y/N hummed, “Your theory stands as the most logical.” She craned her neck, attention drawn to the left path ahead. Her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized it. “While this entire level is brimming with a negative aura, this side seems to be the nucleus. The energy is passive at this point, but there’s a lot of emotional turbulence emanating from there.”

With a swift swipe of his hand, Bucky uncovered the gun he had hidden in his suit. He extended his right arm, quickly drawing it to the side, in front of Y/N's body, as he followed the emotional trail she had picked up.

Y/N stepped behind him. Her presence almost always went unnoticed, courtesy of her agility and capacity to blend in with her surroundings. On various missions with the Avengers, particularly with Steve and Natasha, she had been told numerous times that her sudden appearances had caught them off guard.

Knowing the same applied to Bucky, Y/N intentionally placed a heavier weight in her footsteps—not enough to alert the enemy to her presence inside the base, but enough to assure Bucky's ears that she was still behind him.

A faint static sensation tingled in Y/N and Bucky’s ears before Tony’s voice filtered in, "I won't claim it's a competition, but if it were, I'd say I've gathered the best intel in this super squad."

"Share it with us so we can award you for it, Stark," Bucky replied sarcastically.

“Six soldiers,” Tony's tone carried a certain smugness as he relayed the information. “Kept in cryostasis. They’re still being heavily monitored and undergoing extreme medical and physical examinations. Expected to be deployed into the field…”

“Watch out!” Bucky hissed, cutting Tony’s speech off.

As soon as he and Y/N had stepped into a deeper part of the facility, laser beams deployed from all around them, entrapping them.

“What’s going on?” It was Bruce who had asked, but Bucky and Y/N were too busy ducking out of the way of the lasers to answer. “Bucky? Y/N?”

Y/N surveyed her surroundings, attempting to pinpoint the source of the laser blasts. Unfortunately, the beams emerged from the walls, rendering it challenging to counteract them with bullets. Bucky rolled on the ground, the edge of his suit singed by the laser’s touch. He groaned, his eyes hastily searching for Y/N, who had pressed against one of the walls.

The only exit lay a few meters away, but there was no certainty about where that path would lead or if they could bypass the abundance of lasers to reach it. Y/N patiently waited until one of the beams prepared to shoot, analyzing its trajectory. In the split second it readied to fire, she lunged, curling her body into a ball mid-air before landing on the balls of her feet.

She repeated the process several times, closely monitoring Bucky as he fired a series of shots to dismantle the laser mechanisms. Whether it was a momentary distraction in her brain or a miscalculation on her part, an angry red beam struck her. Y/N took a deep breath, summoning all her energy to shift into her incorporeal form. To her utter disbelief, the lasers surrounding her diminished.

“James!” she shouted, earning a worried look from the super soldier. He immediately jumped to his feet and rushed to her. A forlorn shadow crossed his face when a laser beam severed his attempt. “I think these lasers are triggered by our movements.”

“So what are we supposed to do, Y/N? Stay still?” Bucky said the last part with a sneer, tired from the disadvantage.

He was surprised to see the corners of Y/N’s lips edging upward before the translucent edges around her form completely engulfed her whole. “Don’t be scared,” she had asked of him before she disappeared—the laser beams mirroring her motions.

He supposed that she was making her way toward him, if the receding beams were any indication. He felt a slight pressure on his arm before his body felt lighter as gentle silver strokes tingled across his body. When Y/N turned them both invisible, they moved together toward the end of the small hallway.

“Laser beams,” Bucky breathed out into his earpiece. He kept a firm hand on Y/N's waist as she dropped the veil that shrouded their movements. “We’re fine. Y/N got us out. Stark, what were you saying?”

“I said that the soldiers were scheduled for deployment on their first mission this month, but the specific date was not disclosed. It looks like Hydra hasn't centralized information regarding this project.”

“The information is scattered,” Bruce added. “On the servers here, Nat and I found a list of potential candidates for the 'Winter Program,' as they've named it. Clint is attempting to extract intel from the Experimentation Lab's servers.”

“How many soldiers did you mention?” Y/N asked.

Her gaze fixed on the sliding door ahead of her. Bucky followed her line of sight, peering at the seemingly deserted area. Cautiously, the two of them entered, guns drawn and ears sharp, attentive to any movement. The expansive space was filled with cryo pods, and the two rushed to inspect them.

“Six,” Tony replied.

Y/N shook her head, though only Bucky could witness the gesture. She raised her hand to her earpiece, speaking directly into the open channel, “There are seven pods. All of them are empty.”

A tense silence gripped them, not even a sigh audible through their earpieces. Bucky and Y/N instinctively positioned themselves back to back, keeping a vigilant watch for any potential threats.

Suddenly, a grunt echoed, followed by a loud crash. Without hesitation, Bucky pulled on Y/N's wrist, shielding her with his body. It wasn't until Steve's voice came through their earpieces that they realized the commotion wasn't originating from their location.

Steve sighed, "We've got a problem."

"Aside from the 'seek six, and get an extra super soldier killing machine for free'?" mocked Tony.

"Three of these Hydra operatives that ambushed us are the super soldiers," Steve explained.

Tony groaned, and the sounds of his blasters kicking off resonated in everyone's ears. It looked like he’s got company, too. "Well, that's just perfect. Not only is Hydra onto us, but winter is coming as an unwelcome bonus."

"You couldn't help it, could you?" asked Y/N.

A blast went off a second before Tony answered with a simple "No."

It appeared that Hydra had stationed their soldiers in every building. Three were already locked in a duel with Steve and the others—two now, since apparently, Clint caught one off guard with a tranquilizing arrow. Bruce and Nat were fighting two, and Tony was trapped upstairs with one.

Y/N left Bucky's side faster than he could hold her back. She heard him curse as she inspected the names on the pods. She didn't know what she was looking for, but something told her the answer would be etched on the pods. With six super soldiers combating her friends, the question remained: who was the seventh, and where were they?

The pods all bore identical markings on their plaques, each displaying a serial number designating a soldier. Y/N moved methodically down the line, disregarding Bucky's protests. As she reached the last pod on the far left, she tuned out Bucky's objections. Suddenly, she froze in a way that even Tony's cold-resistance suits hadn’t thought possible.

"James," her voice quivered as she called, the blood in her veins turning to ice. "It's a trap."

Barely having time to convey the name she saw on the seventh plaque—the moniker that Hydra had assigned him—she heard the click of a gun.

Bucky watched with horror-stricken eyes as the bullet shot at Y/N faster than he could intercept it… faster than she could dodge it.

I am so excited for the next part!! Are you ready for the winter soldier to come out and play? 🫣 Share your theories on what you think is coming next!

All-Works Taglist: @xxrougefangxx

Bucky Barnes Taglist: @ye0nvibezzn

: ̗̀➛ Read Chapter 3 - VIOLENCE - here!!

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x you #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #winter soldier!bucky #winter soldier relapse #winter soldier x y/n #bucky barnes au

227 notes · View notes

somedaytakethetime · 1 year

Text

Kasper Schmeichel during the World Cup 2022 match between Denmark vs Australia on the 30th of November, 2022 Bonus:

#*sigh* it's probably my fault.. it was my hatred of the bush that caused this...#Kasper Schmeichel #danish captain america #king thicccness #king of my heart too <3 #*muffled sobbing into a pillow*LOVEOFMYLIFE*broken hiccups*ANDNOWYOULEAVEME*loud wailing*

13 notes · View notes

marvelcvte · 10 months

Text

forbidden touch - steve rogers

*The above image is not intended to force the reader to identify with any of the people in it. Its purpose is to present the concept of the story.*

pairing: steve rogers x f!reader theme: smut warnings: heavy smut (18+, minors dni), handjob (f receiving), oral job (f receiving), edging, praise kink word count: 1,2k summary: you have a crush on steve and he hears you. a/n: hope you like it!! feedback is always appreciated (:

»»————-　　————-««

The feeling of the much needed rest finally assails you as you get comfortable in your bed. The silk sheet embrace you just as perfectly as it always does.

Working out with Steve Rogers is something that you never thought of doing before, but as soon as you joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and Nick Fury, that was the first thing they made you do. And apparently they wouldn't let you on a mission without having completed all the sessions.

You weren't complaining at first, since you had a crush on Captain America since the attack of New York. You didn't know him personally yet and you dreamed about him everyday. But after many, many work out sessions you started to hate him.

Not an enemy-like hate, I mean, you don't want him dead. It's more like you-make-me-horny hate. He is so bossy and demanding, and the fact that he turns you on makes you sick.

Of course, seeing him shirtless for four hours straight wasn't helping either. The hand-to-hand combats are the worst. Seeing him so close to you and smelling those nose-filling pheromones and testosterone is why you ended each session horny.

Today is no different. As your head meets the pillow, the only thing you can think about is him. You still imagine those sweaty pecs bouncing every time he jumped, or his arm flexing every time he took a break and drank from his water bottle.

At those thoughts, you find yourself sliding your hand towards your throbbing core. You are not wearing much, just a pair of panties and a sport bra, and this facilitates your eager hands.

Your fingers run on the fabric of your underwear and your legs begin to shake just at the clothed touch. Not so much time passes, that your hand is in your bare, wet folds.

The index finger finds the little button that gives access to your orgasms and it starts to give it round caresses. All your blood rushes between your legs as you speed up the movement. Your lips are parted, but you don't dare make a sound, at the risk of being heard by someone.

As soon as you pick a good rhythm, muffled words exit your mouth. You can't control your vocal cords anymore, since less and less silent moans flood the room.

For this reason, you can't hear the squeaking of the door and the panting of the person resting on the doorjamb. Steve had heard you and he quietly opened the door to see. He is prying on you even though he knew you wouldn't be happy about it.

But something makes him loose his mind and fully enter the room. As soon as he hears you repeat his rank more and more, he decides to get close to you and touch your thigh, without taking his eyes off what you're doing.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" you hear him say as soon as you open your eyes, frightened. The first thing you do is sitting down and covering your shame with the blanket.

"Steve... I mean, Mr. Rogers, what are you doing here? You scared me," you stutter. Your blood rush from your core to your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention," he replies, staring directly at your face. "Please, continue what you were doing," he adds at the end.

"What?" the word leaves your mouth too quickly.

"You heard me. Do it, or I'll do it."

His demanding voice enters your ears and then that part of your brain that makes you obey, too clouded by excitement and shame. Your hand returns between your legs and starts moving as fast as before.

You muffle your moans directly down your throat and you close your eyes so as not to look at the Captain. But this is not what he wanted and that's why he wraps his hand around your neck, making your eyes meet his.

Your lips are parted again, this time letting your cries being heard. "That's more like it," he says.

"Now, tell me, do you think of me when you touch yourself?" he asks again. You whine in response, but he growls at you. "Use your words."

And that's what you do. You moan a breathless "yes". The tremor of your thighs increases more and more every time your hand collides with your clit. Tears of excitement form in your eyes and they are fighting to not roll down your cheeks.

"Let me see," Steve says in a very rough voice that should be illegal. With a big gesture, he takes off your blanket, admiring all your lust.

Without further ado, he sits in front of you and his hand takes the place of yours. The wetness of your flesh slips between his fingers as he opens your folds. In a jiffy, his head is between your thighs, testing your flavor.

Your head, instead, is brought back again on your pillow. The room is spinning as the man under you is licking the fuck out of you. His tongue is quick and experienced, as if he had already done what he is doing a thousand times more.

He englobes your clit between his lips, all while his arm is resting on your stomach, holding you still. Your hand travels down your body, into his hair. At this touch, his eyes light up and he stops the pleasure.

You stare down at him with a questioning look. But as soon as he moves away, his fingers enters you without warning. They curl up inside of you, touching every right spot.

"That's what were you dreaming about, uh? You waited for this for so long, didn't you?" he asks you, staring at you, while you can't even utter a word. His movement are fast and your wetness is his natural lube. They come in and out with ease.

Your moans fill the room, and for Steve they're music to his ears. "What's my name, princess?" he asks you.

His fingers speed up, spurring you to answer. His other hand returns on you neck, making your faces too much close. You can feel his breath fanning your open mouth.

"Steve," you finally answer.

"Again," he says.

You repeat it again and again and with every word Steve's fingers increase in speed. From two fingers, to three, until there are four.

Your little hole is stretching around his hand and he can feel your walls clenching as you're near your high.

"I'm close," you warn him, hugging his arm still resting on your neck. In hearing these words, the Captain stops. You give him a nasty look, but he smiles and sits not so far from you.

At the lack of contact your body trembles. "Go ahead and finish what you started," the same commanding voice that you hear in those training session is now used to make you come.

He watches you as your hand is back again on your clit. "Yes, just like that, good job."

It looks like you're back in the gym, but you're sweating for something else. It takes little for you to pour yourself on the bed. You feel relieved and invigorated after an exhausting evening that never seemed to end.

As you open your eyes, coming down from your high, you find Steve still watching you.

"You did great. Next time, keep your voice down if you don't want me to hear you. Or don't."

#marvel #mcu #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #steve rogers #captain amerca #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #captain america x fem!reader #captain america x reader #captain america x y/n #captain america smut #captain america fluff #captain america angst

648 notes · View notes

sunflower-lilac42 · 8 months

Text

✧ 𝟖 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 | sturniolo triplets ♔

summary: travel through time with y/n sturniolo as she recalls moments through her life in the past four/five years.

warnings: sad, being lonely, crying

notes: part of the 'behind the lens' series. sorry if it's a little bit repetitive. not proofread so sorry about any mistakes!

series masterlist | celebrities masterlist | main masterlist

‘There are eight billion people in the world But not a single one who understands’

Sitting in her car, y/n gazed at the car that sat a few stalls down. She always wanted to make sure the boys were safe when making their videos, despite knowing that they would be okay. Anything could happen to them, and the thought alone terrified her.

No one seemed to understand the girl’s worry. They always told her that the trio would be fine, that they wouldn't always need their big sister to look after them. She knew that, but after many nights away at college, she just wanted to spend more time with them. So if she had to spend one of her nights home in a parking lot just watching movies or listening to music in her car by herself while her brothers made videos, she would do it.

The boys reassured her before they went out that night, but she shrugged and claimed she had nothing else to do that night. When she had started coming home once every month it was because the boys had missed her and would’ve called her practically every day to ask for help or advice on something. They had finally convinced her to make her monthly visits and it’s been that way ever since. She started to realize that while her visits were mostly for their comfort, she had realized that it also comforted her.

When they were seniors, they told her she didn’t have to come home to visit anymore, but it was hard for her to stop, it was her routine. And unbeknownst to them, it brought her comfort. They didn’t think much about it, and just let her continue. No one questioned it for the last two years she was in college, and it was never brought up again.

‘I might as well be the only living girl Wanna be happy but I feel embarrassed to say that I'm lonely’

It was a Friday night, none of her roommates had classes, and neither did she. They hadn’t explicitly invited her out with them but the three of them, and her, knew the invitation was implied when they brought it up in a conversation.

Not wanting to worry her mom about fitting in, y/n had told the family that she was going out and she wouldn’t be responding to any texts or calls. And on that Friday night, she just curled up in her bed watching Captain America: The Winter Soldier, ignoring all the texts from her family and friends.

Right before she was going to go make dinner, she picked up her phone to see a text from Nick, wishing her a good night out with her friends. She let a tear slip down her face as she placed her phone back under her pillow and shoved her head into her knees, forgetting all about the dinner she was going to eat.

‘Imagine someone caring for me every day and night But now I don't have anyone to ask if I'm alright’

A year after she graduated, she was living with her family as she made enough money to go and buy her own apartment of some sort. She was working on the couch in the living room as music played through her earbuds.

She wasn’t expecting the abrupt entrance of the boys, coming back from whatever they were doing, since she flinched when they came barreling into the living room corridor, laughing their asses off. She was about to say something to them, when they all went into their separate rooms after saying goodnight to them, not even noticing their sister a few feet away.

Her eyes glassed over but no tears fell as she went back to working on her project for work.

‘Stop saying I'm pretty Cause pretty girls don't spend Friday nights alone in the kitchen’

The boys and her parents were once again out doing something. The boys were probably filming a video somewhere and her parents went out to eat for a date night.

She opted to stay home, not wanting to impose on their evenings. She sat in the kitchen watching something on her laptop as she made some dinner. This is what most evenings were like now. She would be in the kitchen, by herself, as her parents were most likely asleep or getting ready for bed in their bedrooms and her brothers were goofing off or doing some individual work in their bedrooms.

She hadn’t made any effort to hang out with them in a while, claiming she was busy with work when in reality she was just mentally and emotionally drained from the day's events at work. So she sat by herself in the kitchen her mind drifting off into oblivion.

‘Stop saying I'm funny Cause funny girls don't lock themselves in a room to cry’

It was a couple of days after they posted Chris and Matt surprising Nick after he came home, and some of the comments were unreal. While many of the triplet’s fans loved Y/n and her big sister qualities and whenever she was in videos, a fair amount of them weren’t. They often claimed that she was too controlling and ‘possessive’ of the three.

Many of the comments referred to her absence to Nick’s arrival. Some said that it was rude of her to not show up, and some were relieved that she wasn’t there. Some even went as far as saying that the triplets were happy that she wasn’t there. In reality, y/n was at work despite her efforts on trying to get the day off to spend with her brothers after not seeing them for quite some time.

She had walked out of her room at her parents house as she was visiting for the weekend once more for her birthday. She was going to get one of the leftover cupcakes from last night when she heard the trio talking.

They were talking about the comments left on the video about their sister. She wasn’t standing there long enough to hear them defend her and call them crazy. She had walked back to her room closing the door before sliding her back against it, tears falling down her face as she placed her hands over her eyes.

‘Doesn't matter how many friends I have Cause truth is, I'll sit down at 12 a.m. and the only face i see is me’

It was a late night in y/n’s dorm as she snacked on some chips, attempting not to get crumbs all over her bed yet failing miserably. She was watching the triplets new video and she noticed how happy they looked together. All she could think about was being home with them. She watched her reflection on her TV, nothing but silence filled her room.

‘If only eight billion people could help a bit’

“Why is she so controlling? The boys are just joking and having fun like they always do. Leave them alone, jeez”

‘Tryna cope with all the insecurities Seeing my friends having the best lives don't make me feel better’

It was her roommate's birthday and she and her close friends went out to eat. Y/n had some homework to finish up despite wanting to go out with them, she couldn’t really push the assignment off any more than she had done.

She was taking a break after staring at the same screen for way too long. She walked around her apartment getting some exercise in as she looked at her Instagram feed. The top post was of her friends celebrating by the lake and having the time of their lives. She sniffled a little but didn’t let it get to her that much.

She was just doing homework, it’s not like they didn’t invite her.

‘Imagine someone caring for me every day and night But now I don't have anyone to ask if I'm alright’

One night Chris had called her in an attempt to do his homework. He was trying to get the wording right but to no avail, he couldn’t. So he resorted to calling his older sister, in a seek for help.

Y/n spent an hour helping him with his essay before he finally finished. As soon as he ways done he said a quick goodbye and hung up, leaving her alone with her thoughts. There wasn’t any extra conversation between the two.

‘Stop saying I'm pretty Cause pretty girls don't spend Friday nights alone in the kitchen’

Y/n was done with her junior year of college when the boys graduated. It was almost near one in the morning as she finished making her brothers their graduation gifts. It wasn’t truly anything special to anyone else but to her it was a lot.

She should’ve been out with her friends like most people her age were on a Friday night but she opted that it was more important to finish the gifts and the cards. She tore her eyes away from the paper to the picture frame of the triplets not too far away from her and smiled. She was proud of the boys, and that was all that really mattered to her at that given moment in time.

‘Stop saying I'm funny Cause funny girls don't lock themselves in a room to cry’

She could hear her brothers laughing from the kitchen as they attempted to direct each other in making a cake, or whatever it was they were baking. She was annoyed at them for being too loud but she couldn’t blame them, they were having fun.

She attempted to drain out the noise with her own sounds but she couldn’t. She slipped on her noise-canceling headphones, sitting there with her own thoughts.

‘Doesn't matter how many friends I have Cause truth is, I'll sit down at 12 a.m. and the only face I see is me’

The boys had asked her one of the nights before if she wanted to be in a car video and she said sure. She changed her mind as soon as they started filming, however.

She didn’t participate much in the conversation and rather just listen to them talk about utter nonsense pretty much for the next half hour to an hour. She curled herself into a ball and looked out the window, her hood up and covering the majority of her face.

She knew there would be some comments about her being clingy and having to be with them 24/7, but she drowned those thoughts out and stared at her reflection as if it were a normal occurrence these days.

‘If only eight billion people could help a bit’

“Does anybody else notice how reserved and nervous the boys seem around, y/n? They’re almost uncomfortable, it’s a little alarming.”

‘Crowded parties, busy streets Hanging with my friends Fireworks on New Year's Eve But I still feel so lonely’

Fireworks had never been y/n’s favorite thing in the world. So most times when it was Fourth of July or New Year's Eve she would have her earbuds in, listening to a movie or podcast with her noise-canceling ones on top to drown out the extra noise.

Her family was out watching fireworks somewhere after y/n encouraged them to go out. To them she didn’t care, it was just a normal occurrence in her daily life. But she was struggling more than she could even imagine she was. She didn’t want to tell anyone so she just suffered in silence and comfort in her own bedroom.

‘Long drives in his Benz, watching sunsets Seeming like it's perfect Family time on the weekends But I still feel so lonely’

It was another monthly visit, early on in her college years as they watched a movie in the living room. The boys laughed at one another’s jokes as they accidentally ignored y/n’s attempts to join the conversation. So she sat alone on one side of the couch, ignoring them.

‘But I still feel so lonely’

She and her brothers were sitting out at a restaurant when all of a sudden Nick noticed he was being filmed. The three let out laughs as they made jokes and making sure not to get their sister on camera as they knew she hated being filmed.

Chris handed the phone to Nick as he attempted to show the audience his new shorts. Y/n let out a little laugh at her brothers antics but went back to being silent just like always.

‘Stop saying I'm pretty Cause pretty girls don't spend Friday nights alone in the kitchen’

The boys had left their left over cake for y/n and when they all went to bed she ate it in silence except for her podcast playing in the kitchen. No thoughts ran through her head as she ate.

‘Stop saying I'm funny Cause funny girls don't lock themselves in a room to cry’

She had just gotten off the phone with her mom after assuring her that she was indeed alright. Her mom knew better than she thought she did but let her be for the night. This would’ve seemed like normal behavior for anyone else but to her mom, there was something seriously going on with her daughter.

She couldn’t even begin to imagine what ehr daughter was doing right now, but if she did know it’d make her cry.

‘Doesn't matter how many friends I have Cause truth is, I'll sit down at 12 a.m. and the only face I see is me’

She stared out of the window of her kitchen in her dorm seeing her reflection against the apartments across the street. She was making food as her late-night cravings for ramen hit her. Her roommates were already in their rooms but most likely not asleep.

‘If only eight billion people could help a bit’

“She’s honestly so clingy. She’s holding them back. Like omg, they’re not going to be kids forever. I mean I feel bad for the boys, having to deal with her all the time. They’re probably super excited when she goes back to college.”

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo triplets x you #series #behindthelens #sunnylunebehindthelens #sunny lune writes #sister #sister!reader

286 notes · View notes

lavykitty · 7 months

Text

Bunny Play Time

Bunny gets into an accident in the SHIELD labs. Steve ends up seeing her tattoo and he decides he must properly thank her for entertaining him every night.

You were working on a new weapon. It was a small flame thrower that packed a serious punch. You were making progress but you accidentally set it off while you were working.

You cough as smoke fills the air. Your lab coat sleeve has been seared off and your skin feels hot. You don’t have any burns, but your soothes are ruined.

You decide to leave and clean up, heading up to the avengers kitchen area so you can use their washing machine. You take off your lab coat and take notice of the damage. Your lab coat is completely destroyed so there’s no use in keeping it. You pitch it in the trash and turn to leave.

You accidentally run into a tall build. Your eyes slowly look up and you see Captain America smirking down at you.

“What happened sunshine?”

You huff, a little embarrassed. “Accident in the lab. I completely ruined my lab coat.”

You pout causing him to laugh a little. Then his eyes drift down your frame and rest on your arm. His eyes go wide, but you don’t know what for.

He clears his throat, “I like your tattoos.”

You smile at him, “thanks”

You see Steve debate whether he should do something, and before he can decide against it he smirks: “you know, I really enjoy your videos”

You look confused but when realization hits you, you turn red. You try to deny it but Steve is staring at you with a huge amount of lust.

“You watch my videos?” you ask meekly.

Steve nods, and he smirks. “You’re very entertaining”

He gets closer to you and whispers in your ear, “I’ve got to say you’re my favorite, Bunny”

Your face starts to flush, but the embarrassment of getting caught turns you on. Especially when it’s Steve. He notices this and takes another step closer to you, causing his body to press into yours.

“How about I help you, with your next video?” He smirks down at you as he slowly bites his lip.

You giggle a little but nod, “you want to be a cam boy?”

Steve chuckles, “well if it means your my cam girl”

Steve stands in front of you wearing only his boxers. His boner straining against the fabric, making your mouth water. You are wearing your bunny buttplug and bunny ears as you look up at him.

Your eyes are filled with lusts as you crawl towards him. Your ass on full display for the web cam set up on the desk. Your tail poking out of your round cheeks. Steve’s cock twitches in excitement when he sees you moving towards him on all fours.

With your teeth you start to take off his boxers causing his cock to spring free. Steve’s tip is red and swollen, already leaking precum. With soft licks you start to take him in your mouth.

Steve throws his head back in pleasure as you suck his tip. Your pretty lips looking plump and pouty around his cock. His hands find their way into your hair as he pulls your face closer.

Your nose brushes against his pubic bone, his cock tickling the back of your throat. You start to gag around him as you suck. The wet sounds filling the room.

The camera has a full view of you with his cock in your mouth. Your hand goes up to caress his balls, making him shiver. He moans as you take him deeper in your throat.

Steve feels his high coming, resulting in him pulling out. He pushes your head down into the pillow and starts to stroke himself.

Your ass is up and in view of the camera. Steve spreads your ass cheeks wide, allowing the camera to see your butt plug and nude pussy. He swipes his dick a few times in your folds earning a moan.

He slowly pushes in making you scream out in pleasure. He starts to thrust his hips. His thrusts cause you to moan as your insides are pounded into. His cock hitting deep inside.

Steve continues to fuck you, and then the pleasure starts to build. Steve’s hand goes down to your ass and squeezes it. Instead of going back to your hips, his fingers go to your butt plug. He teases it gently, pushing and pulling it. You start to whimper when he takes it out. Leaving your gapping hole exposed.

Steve’s finger starts to circle your asshole, stretching it open. The mix of pleasure causing you to reach your high.

Steve just smirks at this, but he’s still hard. He pulls out of your wet pussy and takes the camera in his hand. He positions it and starts to jerk himself off. He releases, cumming all over your gapping asshole. Steve sensually pushes some of his cum inside your hole, before taking the butt plug and plugging you up again.

He gives your ass a kiss before ending the video. “Something tells me that’ll be a good one”

#marvel smut #marvel x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader

234 notes · View notes

highonmarvel · 3 months

Text

Dilated [I]

Steve Rogers bumps into a woman whose pupils are larger than normal.

Previous Part: [Prologue]

content warnings here!

You startle at the contact and quickly slap his hands off, immediately groaning at the cramp suffocating your left upper arm as you pull it back. You can’t really see the tall man in front of you through your watery eyes, and you can’t wipe your eyes due to your sweaty palms.

You’re struggling to really comprehend what he’s saying; you know he asked if you’re okay, and then?

“Can I take you home?” his voice comes through hazily.

“Wh- What?” you ask, the question immediately flying out of your head as your eyes rapidly scan the streets, like looking for signs of danger, when you’re sure there aren’t any.

“Can I take you home,” he repeats, slowly and louder. You turn your head to wipe your face on your shoulder as he continues, “I’m Steve. Steve Rogers.”

That’s Captain America, no?

With your eyes less blurry now, you’re just able to make out the blue eyes and golden hair under the warm streetlights.

“Okay!” is all you can muster, and you’re not sure to what he took it: okay to take you home or okay that’s his name? Maybe you should give your name in response but you don’t, you can’t. When he asks for your address, you snap something at him that you think is where you live, though you can’t tell through your irritation; he’s really agitating you for some reason; he’s done nothing, but he’s got you annoyed, or maybe you’re just annoyed in general after Sharon cut you off. You wonder why, because it’s not like she doesn’t have a supply, and it’s not like she cares whether you live or die.

You stumble a few times and sway slightly as you stay just a little ahead of him in beat to get to your flat but refuse his offer of a strong, steady arm around your waist to keep your stable. You don’t want to touch him at all, feeling hot and hotter even just walking beside him, everything radiating heat, but especially his body.

You get to the entrance of your building and push your shoulder against the door to stumble into the hall. You don’t notice Steve come in behind you under he places a large hand on the small of your back and you jump in fright with a yelp, whipping around to face him.

“Sorry!” he apologises, “I’m sorry, but I really need to make sure you get in safe. Is that okay?”

You wish he would stop talking, and you guess he knows you’re not really processing what he’s saying, but you don’t really have the drive to snap at him, just letting him trail you as you walk up four flights of stairs to get to your door. He stays alert behind you, ready for you to fall backwards and into his arms, but you make it, surprising even yourself.

You fumble with your keys, ignoring his offer to help as you drop the key four times before you get it in the lock and then another three trying to turn it. You don’t kick off your shoes, don’t take off your jacket or even pull your sling bag off, you just crash face first into the couch and fall right asleep.

***

Steve is surprised at your exhaustion. His first guess was heroin withdrawal but that’s more likely to cause insomnia, and then he worries you may have died in front of him, but your breathing slowly returning to regular and your snoring assure him you’re alive. Well, barely.

He has to stay overnight, how can he just leave you like this? Tomorrow will probably be worse, you can’t be alone by yourself right now. He’s not sure if he should pull a blanket over you, take your shoes off and rest your head more comfortably on a pillow. He decides to leave you, worried if he takes one thing off he may not be able to stop.

But he should probably get something to help you, right? And he needs a glass of water himself. Your kitchen opens right into the living room so it’s easy to find. He pours himself an ice cold glass, sipping it as he walks back to you and settles in an armchair across from the sofa you’re passed out on. Your place isn’t really decorated; he can see lighter squares against your walls, and wonders if you sold those pieces of if you’ve recently moved and a previous tenant took their frames.

Maybe you’re an artist; he’s heard artists are tortured, a lot of them do drugs, or maybe a musician; he should probably check your bedroom to be sure, just to learn about you so tomorrow he can get you the appropriate help.

There are only two doors, one leading to the bathroom. He’s immediately drawn to your medicine cabinet to check if you’ve got anything here, because if you do, he needs to get rid of it. He finds more bottles of sleeping pills than needed and a prescription for depression or anxiety meds, making a mental note to flush the sedatives down the toilet in a few hours; not now, he doesn’t want to wake you.

Adjacent to the bathroom is what he assumes if your bedroom door, which he is right about, and as messy as expected (he wondered how your living room, kitchen and bathroom appeared tidy enough—if you were in this state often, you’d definitely be unable to maintain even basic cleaning). Maybe you didn’t use those rooms. Not even the bathroom?

Clothes are scattered on the floor and pillows and blankets have been thrown off the bed, sheets too, leaving a bare mattress with a small bloodstain on it. A desk sits by the window, looking out to just another red brick apartment complex, with a broken laptop and scraps of paper cluttering the surface and the ground, a small bin overflowing with paper and broken pens.

He finds a manuscript laying on the floor—so you’re a writer—and finally he can put a name to your face. Should he clean your room, or is that really weird? In less than an hour he’s developing this caring instinct, and he tells himself it’s just his job, Captain America wanting to help everyone and all, he’s a superhero after and before all.

Steve gets another cold glass of water and settles in his seat across from you. For the first time tonight, you look at peace; your eye lids aren’t moving as rapidly, your breathing is steady and deep, your limbs aren’t trembling, muscles aren’t cramped, and your wild sweating has slowed, though he can still even see the layer sticking to your skin.

***

When you peel your eyes open, you’re grateful for the overcast weather, though you’re still a little blinded by the light. You feel like pure shit: weak and sore with a pounding headache and overwhelming nausea. You turn your head to vomit off the couch, surprised to land it in a bucket waiting for you and not your stained carpet. Blinking is hardly helping as you try to get your lashes to unstick each time they flutter. Your heartbeat is slow, slow enough that were you feeling more aware, it would concern you, and you wonder if you’re dying.

You’re hardly regaining full consciousness when your gaze finally lands on a man sitting across from you. You scream as you sit up and jump further back into the couch, but you can’t hold yourself up for long before you tumble back to the cushions, your shoulder hitting the edge making you wince in pain and heavy head lolling over the armrest, straining your neck.

“Relax, relax, you’re gonna hurt yourself, you need to calm down. I’m Steve,” he introduces himself in a friendly manner but he doesn’t smile, instead scanning your face with furrowed brows like he’s looking for any injuries.

He looks like the man from last night, yeah, and it takes you a few moments to grasp that he’s Steve Rogers, Captain America himself. Your breathing rate increases as your mind races to find a reason as to why Captain America is in your apartment. You vaguely remember being turned away again by Sharon last night, and you remember someone mentioning she was dealing some more serious shit than what you needed, had he found out about that? Thought you were an accomplice? Or maybe you were in danger; maybe Sharon had found out you knew and was going to kill you, and he was here for protection. Did you do something really illegal last night to the point one of the world’s greatest superheroes had to watch over you?

“I know who you are what are you doing here?” you plead for an answer, desperation coating your tone as your heart beats wildly.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he coos, taking a step towards you and keeping his hands visible, like approaching a stray dog, “I was really, really concerned about you last night, I couldn’t in good faith leave you, I had to make sure you got home safe.”

But… it’s the morning. Did he stay all night? You kind of hope he did instead of leaving and somehow breaking into your place when you were passed out, if anything.

You’re shaking, and you can’t tell if it’s from withdrawal or if you’re scared. But why would you be scared? You have the world’s greatest protector concerned with your health and safety. Something about him is unsettling, and at first you think it’s just your agitation finding reasons for anxiety when there are none. He was just being nice, being so much more helpful than you could have ever asked for, but you can’t help but wonder, wouldn’t he have better things to do? More serious threats to take care of? Why would an Avenger prowl the streets and take such an interest in a random woman rather than an inter-dimensional threat?

Something just isn’t sitting right, and you can’t tell if it’s your scattered imagination or a real possibility of danger.

⍟

[taglist; @cjand10, @pr300877, fill out this form if you’d like to be added]

#dilated #dark!steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers x you #dark steve rogers x you #dark!steve rogers x y/n #dark steve rogers x y/n #yandere!steve rogers #yandere steve rogers

91 notes · View notes