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Sweet Like That (Sam/Steve)

Previously a KoFi supporter fic, a follow up fic to “SURE THING, SWEET THING”. 

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Tuesday  nights were movie nights, and the team predictably split up into couples and took over their un-officially assigned spots in the living room.

Natasha and Clint shared one recliner, the tiny redhead curled up in her husband's lap as Clint ate truly shocking amounts of popcorn and pizza.

Bruce only came to movie nights if Thor was in town, and tonight the blonde Demi God was taking up 3/4 of an entire couch while Bruce was curled into the remaining 1/4, his toes tucked under Thor's thighs, tablet up as he read or worked, smiling as Thor's big hand landed at his knee.

Bucky and Tony were newly dating, newly in love, newly head over heels for each other and sat together on one of the love seats, plenty of room between them for at least one more person, their hands inching closer and closer over the course of the movie until their pinkies brushed and then hooked and even in the near dark Tony's blush was absolutely ridiculous and Bucky's smile had no business being so happy.

"Hey." Steve elbowed Sam and motioned towards the love seat. "How come we don't act like that?"

"Like what?" Sam tossed back a handful of candy. "You mean like two goofy teenagers with a school yard crush who are probably going to jerk off tonight to the feel of each other's pinkies?"

"No." Steve scowled. "I mean, why aren't we sweet like that? Bucky looks at Tony like he's never seen anything so incredible, and Tony looks at Bucky like he wants to eat him up. It's sweet."

"It's gross and makes me want to gag."

"Sam." Steve tugged at Sam's hand. "I'm serious! We weren't ever like that! We never did the sappy sweet new relationship stuff!"

"Yeah..." Sam said slowly. "Because your version of foreplay is whupping my ass running in the morning and my version of flirting is doing illegal things to take down SHIELD. And once we sort of saved the world and brought ol Buckaroo back to the light-- I mean, did we need to do the sappy sweet new relationship stuff? Seems to me like we'd more than earned the right to get nekkid at that point."

"Well sure." Steve shrugged. "Sure we jumped right into the intense stuff, but does that mean we never get to be like that?"

"Sneakily holding pinkies while a Pixar movie plays?" Sam shook his head. "I'm never doing that."

"Yeah, I guess I wouldn't expect you to." Steve sounded... did he sound sad?...and Sam sent his boyfriend a sharp look.

"Steve?"

"Don't worry about it." Steve stood and stretched. "I'm going to get more pizza, do you want any?"

"Uh... nope."

"Alright."

Sam watched Steve go with a curious expression, then shot another look towards Tony and Bucky, who were somehow sharing a drink and bumping noses and generally looking as gross as possible.

...Huh.

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There was a note on Steve's coffee cup the next morning, a bright yellow sticky note that said "Sorry I missed you this morning, sweetheart but I was up late dreaming about you and over slept. Can't wait to see you tonight."

Steve stared at the note for a few minutes, brow wrinkled and lips pursed and arms folded as he tried to figure out who the hell was playing such a weird prank on him.

"Maybe it's actually from your boyfriend." Tony supplied less than helpfully from where he was draped across Bucky's chest. "Hm?"

"No way." Steve decided. "Sam doesn't do stuff like this. I bet it's Clint being fucking stupid again."

The note was crumpled up into Steve's pocket, coffee poured and drank, and he got on with his morning as if nothing was amiss. Just a weird start to the day was all.

The next morning there was another note, this one with hearts and xoxo's and a reminder to "Smile, cos you have the best smile in the world and it makes me happy every time I see it."

There was a note the next morning, and the morning after that and Steve was sure it was a joke, so he didn't say anything to anyone and definitely didn't say anything to Sam and the notes joined the first one in his top drawer.

A few days later, Sam popped his head into the gym while Steve was working out and jogged over to see him, urging Steve to bend down over the ropes of the ring while Sam stood on his toes and kissed him sweetly.

"What the hell was that for?" Steve asked blankly, and Sam said, "I was thinking about you earlier so I thought I'd come down and see you."

"You could have just texted." Steve pointed out. “Like a normal person.” 

"But then I'd have missed out on being able to kiss you." Sam winked and Steve-- Steve might have blushed.

"You look stupid." Bucky informed him, wrapping his knuckles to get ready to go another round. "Blushing like that."

"You're one to talk." Steve dropped into a ready position and motioned for Bucky to move forward. "Tony called you baby this morning and you giggled like a moron for like, half an hour.”

"....Yeah, that's fair."

Dinner later that week, and Sam not only wore That One Shirt in That Specific Color that Steve loved so much, but also pulled Steve's chair out and made a point of making sure Steve had enough wine all night long, kissing away drops from Steve's lips and whispering things that had no business being whispered at a dinner table.

"What the fuck?" Natasha asked, holding her mouth open so Clint could feed her a bite of his fish. "Clingy much?"

"Yeah, they are being super weird lately." Tony agreed from his spot on Bucky's lap as they shared a plate. "All over each other."

"Twould seem as if Sam has learned to woo his love." Thor decided, not letting go of Bruce's hand as he refilled his plate for the third time. "Though I wish it wasn't happening at the dinner table.

A few hours after dinner and Steve all but dragged Sam to his bedroom, kissing and groping and stumbling their way down the hall until they banged into the door.

"Come on." Steve sucked a hard kiss to the curve of Steve's neck just to hear his boyfriend moan. "You haven't spent the night in almost a week, come on come on come--"

"Hey hey, easy." Sam cupped Steve's face with both hands and kissed him longingly. "I want you babe, I do. But I know you're tired and you got a big day tomorrow and I want to be able to take my time with you, be sweet with you. You deserve more than a ramped up quickie."

"I--" Steve frowned and Sam kissed him again. "Are you serious?"

"Give me the gift of time to cherish you." Sam murmured against his mouth, then opened Steve's door and pushed him through. "Go on. I'll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams, sweetheart."

"I--I--" Steve stared after his boyfriend and then down at his rather tented pants. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

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"Alright, enough." Steve plucked Sam's book out of his hand and pitched it towards the wall. "What in the hell is going on with you?"

"Well, I was reading." Sam blinked up at him. "And now I'm apparently not, so that's how my day's been. How's your day, babe?"

"You're being weird." Steve informed him, crossing his arms and fixing Sam with his best scowl. "And I want to know why."

"Okay....." Sam hesitated. "Can you tell me what I've been doing that's weird?"

"You've been leaving me notes on my coffee cup when you leave before me." Steve started to count off on his fingers. "You've been dropping into the gym just to kiss me? Thinking about me and weird times and sending me smooshy text messages? Last movie night you gave me a thirty minute back rub and then held my hand. Three times I've tried to take you to bed and each time you've said something stupid about how it's worth waiting and how you want to be able to take your time with me and don't want me to feel pressured."

"Ummm--"

"AND THEN!" Steve raised his voice. "I had a press conference on Friday and you had flowers sent to me. At the conference. In front of everyone."

"Well I mean--"

"And whatever this bullshit is about wiping my mouth and feeding me stuff? Let me eat my own goddamn candy bar, Sam! I can take bites all by myself! I'm a big boy!"

"Okay but--"

"And you keep wearing my shirts??" Steve threw his hands up. "We aren't the same size, Sam! I don't wear your clothes! Stop using up all mine! I have to do laundry two times a week now!"

"Steve--"

"You're acting like Bucky and Tony and honestly--" Steve scowled down at his boyfriend. "I am sick of it. Cut it out."

".... cut it out?"

"CUT IT OUT!"

"But--" Sam started to laugh and Steve briefly considered retrieving the book just to bounce it off Sam's skull. "But babe, you asked me why we didn't act like Bucky and Tony! You complained about how we skipped all that lovey dovey bullshit at the beginning of the relationship! I thought you wanted me to try to be sweeter!"

"Okay I did complain about that." Steve acknowledged. "But I didn't mean I wanted you to have your hand tucked into my back pocket all the time!"

Sam really did laugh then, and Steve groaned, dropping onto the couch next to him. "Look. I appreciate you trying to be sweet to me, showing me what I missed by not doing the whole 'brand new relationship' thing. But I gotta say, I prefer us the way we were before. I don't need all this sort of stuff."

"Alright then." Sam wound their fingers together and kissed Steve's knuckles. "How can I be sweeter to you without channeling my inner BuckyTony grossness?"

"You could tell me you love me in public sometimes." Steve pointed out. "I don't doubt that you love me, but you only say it when we're in bed."

"I can start saying it more often." Sam said promptly. "What else?"

"It wouldn't be the worst if you acted like sex was something special every once in a while." Steve was blushing now. "We started hooking up and then decided to date so I know we missed the whole 'first time is special' thing, but you could still act like it sometimes."

"The next time I bend you over the bed, I'll make sure and cherish the hell out of you." Sam promised, then oofed when Steve jabbed at him. "Ouch, okay forget that. What else?"

"Ilikethenotes." Steve mumbled and Sam grinned, leaning in to smoosh a kiss to Steve's cheek.

"I will write you more notes than. I can be sweet like that."

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That booty is looking redonkulous in those pants, snackeroo.

xoxo

Sam

Ps. I love you

Steve sighed over the note and tucked it into his pocket.

Well, it was a start anyway.

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Stripping Bare

@madpanda75 asked: Ok! I finally picked an idea for the giveaway story request! What if you’re working undercover as a stripper during a stakeout and Barba (who you’ve always had a thing for) sees the footage which leads to the two of you hooking up 😉 Maybe the reader shows Barba some of her moves??

Girl yes! This was fun to write, and makes me want to invest in a pole for my fat ass. Here we go! Hope you like!

Words: 1940

You go undercover as a stripper, Rafael likes what he sees.

Warnings: Sex. Brief mention of torture and murder. Creep guys.

Tags: @southsiderepresent @glimmerglittergirl @madpanda75  @southern-magnolia @katmstanton @esparza-army @sweetsummertime99  @obfuscateyummy @lifeisbetterwithbarba  @lyssa1385  @hux-me-up   @bowieisawizard @sleepylunarwolf @mrsrafaelbarba anyone else ask! Also I have a Kofi (link in blog description) if anyone wants to donate!

When you took the pole dancing for fitness class while in college, you never expected to love it so much. Never expected to have one installed in your apartment. And you sure as hell never expected to be going under cover as one. But you had the skill set and could kick ass, so here you were. Ricky Rogers, Double R as he was known on the street, owned a less than reputable strip joint. He was selling his girls to be a part of torture snuff films, and one of them barely made it. Barely.

 Elise was no longer able to speak but she wrote pages upon pages of what happened to her, and what dirty dealing Double R was up to. Only problem, you needed cold hard facts, not just her words. Fin was trying to use his old vice connections to get a girl to go under for the squad, but no one wanted to work Double R’s joint. That’s where you came in.

 It started off as a joke, you mentioned you took a pole dancing class and befor you knew it you were out buying pasties and fishnets. Fin went undercover with you as a patron, you had a camera in the necklace you wore, but he was there for back up and additional surveillance. He was essentially your handler. Every night you worked, Fin got a private lap dance and you updated each other on the situation.

 Rumor had it that Double R was posting about having a new perky toy for sale, and wouldn’t you know it, the ad fit your description.  After that night you noticed Nick, Mike, and Sonny occasionally in the crowd. All four men had camera glasses, and Liv was watching nearby with Amanda. Hell even Rafael was there, making sure everything was by the book. At least that’s what he said; really he wanted to see you in action.

 Towards closing before your set, Double R told you there was a special private dance for you after you left stage. It was go time. Once you were on stage with Lana Del Rey blaring around you, that stress faded away. For the next thirty minutes you got to live it up one last time. You spun around the pole teasing the audience, getting them ready. Climbing to the top of the pole, you slowly slide down while money fell around you.

  Once you were back on the ground, you bent over, grasping the pole and shaking your ass. With a leap and a little luck, your legs held you up while you leaned backwards and spun slowly. The bright flashing lights made you dizzy and you dropped to your knees during your second to last song. Fin caught your eye and you sexily crawled towards him, he raised and eye when you pulled him forward by his tie.

 “I’m meeting a special client after this, its go time,” you whispered in his ear and he nodded.

 “Liv says be careful and remember we got your back,” he tucked a few ones in your thong and you went back to performing for the crowd. As you put on your grand finale, you saw Mike head to the bathrooms, and back entrance. Nick was hanging by the private dance booths. Sonny was by the front at the bar. And Fin stood his ground next to the stage.

 After you were off stage and the money tucked away safe, Double R came for you. His grip was rough and made your skin crawl. Every instinct said to punch him and run, but you pushed forward. Had to keep all the other girls safe that could fall into his trap. He pulled you past Nick, past Mike even, and out the back door and shoved you into a waiting SVU. It pulled off and you internally panicked.

 “Even better in person,” a venomous voice called from the dark, it made you want to vomit.

 “You must be my private dance, can’t do much in here baby,” you batted your eyes and calmed when you saw the van holding Olivia, Amanda, and Rafael follow you. Behind them were the guys and you knew you’d be fine.

 “Thought we’d take this somewhere more private,” the greasy man licked his lips and your stomach turned. What a gross slimy mother fucker! He pulled you onto his lap and you spent the ride grinding against him, trying not to throw up.

 Thankfully it was a short drive to a warehouse, upon entering you knew it was his torture chamber. Cameras, medical equipment, medieval torture devices, and the like all lined the floor space. There was even an audience. Perfect, you’d get to bring down more skeevy motherfuckers.

 “What the hell is this,” you popped your hip and tried to form a plan, “I wasn’t told about an audience.”

 “Doesn’t matter what you want,” the man gripped your hair in a panful fist and jerked you to the table. You were strapped onto an exam table and people circling when they finally burst in to save you. It all went by in a blur. You were freed, people arrested, and Rafael had you in a NYPD wind breaker.

 “Saved this one for you,” Fin had the skeevy man on his knees and handed you a pair of cuffs.

 “What took you so long,” you glared.

 “Had to wait for SWAT, they were dragging their feet,” Fin laughed.

 “Figures, probably jacking off to my dancing,” you rolled your eyes and read the man his rights. It took several hours but everyone was processed and awaiting arraignment, it was Friday night and they had to wait until Monday. Perfect, it meant you got a break.

 After the initial checks in, everyone gave you space to decompress. Except for Rafael, but you didn’t mind; you’d had a thing for him since you’d met. He insisted on riding home with you. Insisted that while you showered he run around the corner for takeout. Hell he nearly invited himself to spend the night, he didn’t like that you’d been put in a position to almost be hurt. He had a thing for you too, not that you knew.

 The trial flew by and everything back to normal, Elise was thankful you’d avenged her and you were back to dancing on your own pole. You and Rafael had grown closer since the operation, best friends even. Neither of you admitting to the other your feelings, afraid it’d ruin what you had.

 One night you dropped past his office to ask if he wanted to grab a late dinner and you caught him with his pants down. Literally. He was at his desk, cock in his hand, jacking off to something on his computer. You both stared at each other frozen while Lana Del Rey played from his computer.

 “Are you jacking off to me stripping Rafi,” your hand clamped over your eyes while he put himself away.

 “Noooo,” he slammed his laptop shut and fumbled with his pants.

 “You can’t lie to me,” you peeked at him.

 “Maaayyybbbeee,” he was reduced to one word responses from the embarrassment of being caught.

 “Ah screw it,” you marched across the room to him and kissed him. His stubbled cheeks were rough against your palms, his lips soft and warm.

 “You’re not slapping me,” Rafael raised an eyebrow when you pulled away, clearly confused.

 “Nope,” you pecked his lips again, “I like you Rafael. Like like you. I want to fuck you.”

 “You what,” his eye widened and you started back peddling.

 “Forget I said anything,” you stumbled backwards to escape, but he pulled you back to him.

 “I want you too,” he kissed you, his hands roaming your body, gripping and grabbing whatever he could latch on to.

 “I came to ask you to dinner,” you panted, “But I don’t want food anymore.”

 “Food after,” he nipped your neck.

 “Come on Rafi,” you rushed him through grabbing his things, “I’m giving you a private dance.”

 The mood was set with Christmas lights and flickering candles while Lana Del Rey played. You came strutting out in tall black heels, a fishnet body suit, red thong, and heart shaped nipple tassels. Rafael nearly came in his pants right then and there. Using the pole to hold you up, you spread your legs and danced down to squatting. A quick turn and you were standing up, your ass shaking in his face. He grabbed at your hips and you swatted him away.

 “No touching,” you pulled away and jumped onto the pole to spin. Holding yourself up with your thighs, you humped the pole and palmed your chest.

 “You interrupted me before I finished,” Rafael growled, “I want to taste you.”

 “Come get it,” you dropped to the ground and leaned backwards against the pole. Rafael dropped to the ground in front of you and spread your legs. Staring into your soul, he ripped the fishnets and pushed the thong aside. His broad tongue lapped up and down your folds, sending shivers up your spine.

 “Hold on,” he demanded and lifted your leg to lay over his shoulder. You gripped the pole behind you to stay upright, the other hand tight in his hair while he ate you to completion. He was spinning you around the second your foot hit the floor, his pants dropped, and the sound of a condom being ripped open made you smirk.

 “Fuck me papi,” you wiggled your ass and he did just that.  He slipped into you so effortlessly; it was like you were made for each other. He hammered into you and you pushed back on him, giving as good as you got. While you held onto the pole for dear life, one of his hands bruised your hip and the other rubbed furiously at your swollen bundle of nerves. All too soon he was cumming, but his fingers didn’t stop until you were clenching around him.

 “Rafi,” you were drawing circles on his chest while you laid in a heap on your living room floor. Half eaten take out was on the coffee table while you recovered from round two. Or was it three?

 “Yes,” he kissed your temple.

 “I don’t want this to be a onetime thing,” you sat up abruptly, “I want all of you.”

 “I’m yours. All of me. As long as I get all of you too,” he pulled you back down against him.

 “Of course,” you breathed a sigh of relief.

 “You gave Fin really bad dances,” Rafael was laughing hysterically.

 “I wasn’t trying to fuck Fin,” you poked his side and reached for your phone, “But if you think I should give him a better show…”

 “Don’t you dare,” he snatched your phone and threw it onto the sofa, “You’re mine.”

 “What was that,” you played innocently.

 “You. Are. Mine,” each word was punctuated with a hard bite to your neck, chest, and stomach. He kept the bites and chanting of ‘mine’ up until you relented.

 “You’re mine too,” you growled and attacked his neck with bites and sucking.

 “No private dances for anyone else,” Rafael was back to his sweet self.

 “Of course not,” you stood up and stretched, reaching for a forgotten container of rice.

 “I need a shower,” he groaned as he climbed to his feet beside you.

 “Shower and cuddles,” you dropped the rice to the table.

 “Sounds perfect,” he helped you gather the leftovers and followed you to the shower. You never expected the pole dancing class to bring you the love of your life, but here you were.  

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Rectifying Past Mistakes (8/?)

@melamungous will be happy to see an update, I’m sure! Part of the reason it had taken so long was that I was trying to figure out a few things logistically with Mary’s past in the CIA since obviously, it’s very different from show canon. But I think I managed it and also managed to bring the information about Eurus to light earlier, so we’ll see how that goes for them!

Rectifying Past Mistakes - When Mycroft gets Sherlock out of Serbia, he drops a bombshell on him he isn't quite prepared for: after years of being gone out of his life, Sherlock's ex-wife Elizabeth has reappeared, under the name Mary Morstan. While he was off taking care of Moriarty's mess she was protecting those he cared about and helping his brother, for reasons, he finds, that she is keeping close to the vest. But when they're forced to stay in close quarters at Baker Street both secrets and old wounds come to light and, perhaps, things might turn out for the best after all.

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His back was properly tended to and he decided to wear a loose T-shirt which had always been a bit larger on him to make sure the bandages stayed covered. The disinfectant in the wounds hurt but not as bad as getting the wounds had, and he had the feeling he would have a new set of scars to add to the many he’d had before.

Not that many of them were so old Elizabeth knew about them. Mary. He would have to get used to calling her Mary, and as many times as she slipped, she was going to have to get used to calling him Sherlock. Though it was no real secret William was his first name, just an awkward explanation would be needed. If her real name slipped at the wrong time it could be disastrous.

“Do you really want me to stay in your room with you?” she asked, curling up on the sofa with him. He had finally gotten a cup of coffee to keep, and she had her own now. Her head was resting on his shoulder and he had an arm around hers, keeping her close.

“I would, but I understand if you’re hesitant. Just please don’t leave Baker Street.”

“I wasn’t planning on doing that,” she said. “I actually quite like it here. I just thought...well, there are still secrets between us. You don’t know everything I’ve done, the reason I was at the pool...”

“Then tell me,” he said.

She had a sip of her coffee and then settled in next to him. “I suppose I should start earlier than the pool. One of my last ops was to infiltrate Moriarty’s network. The British government wasn’t the only one with concerns. But I was told not to take Moriarty out, that her Majesty had plans for him. My target was, initially, Lord Moran.”

“You were going to assassinate a sitting member of Parliament?” he asked.

She nodded. ���He’s Moriarty’s right-hand man. If anyone were to know the secrets it would be him. But then it got complicated. My cover was an ex-assassin, and when I trained my scope on him, there was a red light on me. Then I got a phone call from Moran. He said I had managed to sneak up on him and that was good work. Then he offered me a job and the op changed. I was to infiltrate the organization and learn what I could. The pool was when I started sending information to your brother. When I saw Moriarty was serious about killing you...”

He felt her shudder slightly. “Did you aim at me?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I took aim at John. I knew if it all went south and you did die, I was not about to have a hand in killing you. But to save the operation, it would be best if John died as well.”

“Does he know that?”

“He does,” she said as she nodded. “It makes sense to him, so he’s been forgiving. But I began to give top-level information to my handlers and to your brother. And then Moriarty...disappeared. And I know he wheedled your brother for information.”

“Well, I knew that as well,” he said with a frown. “Why would he not want you to tell me?”

“That wasn’t the bit he wanted me to keep secret. Allowing Moriarty to have fifteen minutes alone with your sister...that was what he wanted me to keep to myself. But as I said, no more lies. I know about Eurus, and now you do too.”

He was shocked at the information. How could he not know he had a sister? “How…?” he asked.

“From what I pieced together, there were a few attempts on your life when you were a child, a missing friend of yours, a fire...it was all your sister’s doing. Your Uncle Rudy sent her away, used his government position to imprison her. Mycroft stepped into his role when he died, and he was worried that if we stayed married, you might not be so...malleable.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Sherlock said, shutting his eyes to calm himself down.

“Don’t,” she said. “Not that I’m Mycroft’s biggest fan, but in his own way, he was trying to keep you safe. It backfired spectacularly, but still.” She leaned forward, setting her coffee on the table, and then cradled his face in her hands. He could still feel the warmth from the mug on her palms, and when he looked into her eyes he began to feel calmer. “I suppose he felt it was better to protect you than to protect us.”

He nodded just slightly. “But why don’t I remember her?”

“Conditioning, I suppose,” she said, letting her thumbs run along his cheekbones slightly. “It’s not impossible to nudge along the repression of memories if it’s already started, and I don’t imagine a young mind can truly comprehend horrific acts like what your sister put you through.” She leaned in and let her hands slide away until she was able to nestle against him again, the top of her head almost under his chin. She had a hand on his chest, over his heart, and as he wrapped her in his arms the comfort was palpable.

“I want to remember,” he said.

“I can help with that, but later,” she said. “For now, let’s take care of your physical wounds and take care of the problem with Moran. Then we can conquer the issue of your sister before she gets any ideas of picking up where Moriarty left off.”

He nodded before exhaling and opening his eyes. This had all gotten vastly more complicated, but she wasn’t going to leave Baker Street, at least. If he was going to go through repressed memories and a homicidal sister and betrayal by his brother, at least he wouldn’t need to go through it alone.

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