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[jobean12-blog]

Beg Me

Pairing: Steve Rogers x you (Nomad!Steve)

Word Count: 429

Summary: Steve gets what he wants (and so do you). 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ce-horniest-book-club Lucky in Love day 12- Gratification and @happygowriting 500 follower celebration and 500 word smutty challenge! Congratulations lovely and thank you for hosting this❤ I got the prompt, “beg me” with Steve. I hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk, light bondage, cursing, SMUT (18 + ONLY PLEASE) 

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“Don’t you dare baby girl,” Steve growls, pinning your wrists above your head. He secures the silk fabric around them before giving it a gentle tug. “Every whimper, every moan, every gasp of pleasure that escapes you is mine.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and trail your foot along Steve’s bare thigh. He grabs your ankle and stills your movement.

“What did I just say?” he warns. He drops your leg to the bed before letting his eyes wander over your bare skin, watching your every move with predatory intent.

You do your best to staunch the heat that travels through your body and keep yourself still. Steve’s sly smile tells you he knows how hard you’re trying even though the desperation in your eyes is clear.

He presses himself against you, his chest and hips flush to yours. “What do you want from me baby girl?”

You open your mouth to answer but it comes out as a moan when he separates your legs and places his thigh between them. Your eyes flutter closed at the friction he creates and you do everything you can to not fall apart.

He abruptly stops his movement and gazes down at you, still waiting for an answer.

“I want you to make me yours. Fuck me until the only word I can speak is your name.”

His eyes darken and he applies more pressure between your legs, swallowing your moan with his mouth. When he pulls away he drags your bottom lip between his teeth before gently massaging the tender flesh with his tongue.

“Beg me.” His words send a shiver of need straight through you and your hips rock against his thigh.

“Please Steve. Please. I want your hands all over me, your fingers inside me and your mouth on me. Please. Take me any way you want.”

Steve’s only reply is a low and guttural growl that rumbles through his chest, the hungry look in his eyes nearly driving you to the edge.

His kisses are slow and torturous as they wet the skin of your neck and collarbone, his beard burning deliciously along the same path. Your back arches off the bed for more, looking for any way to get what you need.

Steve’s large hand rests against your stomach and holds you down as he settles between your legs. His lips caress your inner thighs, their touch feather light and leaving you breathless. Just before his tongue takes the first taste of you he whispers, “you don’t get to cum until I say so.”

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[eurynome827-fic-roulette]

Breathe Me In

For @happygowriting 500 Followers Celebration - my dear friend, you deserve this number times infinity. Thank you for everything you have done for me.

Prompt: "Pleasing you is my only purpose." I chose Steve Rogers, particularly Nomad Steve.

Warnings: nudity and implied smut, it's me and I'm vague - my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

A life lived on the run offered little chance to take your time, with anything. Taking a breath was a luxury and staying one, or hopefully two, steps ahead was a necessity.

When those moments did come to breathe easily and to decompress, you were grateful. A night to yourselves away from the prying eyes of your teammates, and the ability to just be - it was a gift, precious and stolen, and Steve Rogers never took it for granted.

Taking advantage of the brief time alone while Steve went over plans with Sam and Nat, you stripped yourself out of your uniform and lowered your tired body into a hot bath. You couldn't remember the last time you could do this without keep going, eyes up, staying sharp and always moving.

The bathwater was still hot when your eyes opened at the sound of the door closing, so you knew you hadn't drifted off for long. For a moment your brain jumped on guard, eyes scanning around for a weapon, before you heard his voice calling your name and then, "Where are you, baby?"

"Steve," you whispered his name in relief before answering him. "In the bathroom."

Your breath caught in your throat when he walked in - forever awestruck by the sight of him. You smiled up at him as he moved closer to the tub.

"Pretty as a picture, sweet girl." His voice was much softer than his wild look, and you craved that contrast. "Is there room for me?"

"Always."

Your eyes stayed locked on his form as he undressed, the tiredness present in the way he was moving slow but you knew he wouldn't let that stop him tonight. You scooted forward so he could slip behind you in the tub and leaned back against his broad chest, his arms encircling you. The steam rising from the water soothed you both, gentle sighs and deep breaths the only sound in the room besides the occasional drip of water.

Breaking the silence, you whispered his name. He hummed in response, the rumble of the sound in his chest pressed to your back a comfort. "Can I wash your hair for you?"

"Of course, baby girl." Both of you maneuvered so you could accomplish your task, your fingers massaging the shampoo into his scalp and through his long strands of hair and your body drinking in his sounds of pleasure. After rinsing out all the soap you leaned forward to kiss him, your lips brushing his delicately.

"Thank you, baby, but that's the last thing you do for me tonight. Pleasing you is my only purpose.”

A rush of desire filled you at his words, the look in his eyes burning into yours. "But I want to please you," you protest feebly.

"That's why you're my sweet girl," Steve pulls you close again, his hand on the back of your neck, his words breathed out against your lips, "and I want to spoil you tonight. Let me, please, while I have the chance."

How could you deny him this when these moments were so far apart? You could only put yourself entirely in his hands, let him move your bodies together and breathe him in with a "yes, sir."

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[roamwithahungryheart]

500 Word Drabble Challenge

Hi guys! I’m back on the writing contest circuit for the first time in a long time. This challenge also marks the first time I’ve written anything remotely smutty in six years. With that in mind, go easy on me folks. I’m a little rusty!

Thank you @happygowriting​ for hosting this challenge! x

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Prompt:  “Why am I always so horny when there are people around?”

Word count: 795

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, brief use of language, legal case referring to an endangered child

Monday morning. Middlesex County Courthouse.

There are murmurs in the lobby as you make your way inside. You scroll through your phone, taking one last look through the emails you’ve been sent about the case. It’s a tough start to the week.

This is the second time you’re serving as ADA to Joanna Klein, the top DA in the area. When she approaches – crisp white shirt, thick-rimmed glasses, grey hair pushed back harshly behind her ears – your hands instinctively ball up. When you first met, she told you she saw a piece of herself in you.

Flattering, but intimidating. She could shake the jury to the core with a single word. You don’t want to let her down.

“We’ve all had a difficult case to take on. You’ll be fine. I know what you’re capable of.” Joanna puts a hand on your shoulder, giving it a maternal squeeze.

“Thanks, Joanna.” You exhale slowly, put your phone in your handbag and readjust the binder wedged under your arm. “Did you hear back from the AFC yet?”

Joanna shakes her head. “No. He’s late.” She glances at her watch. “We need to check in with the CASA this afternoon. If they’re going to successfully take this to trial and win the guardianship then they need to try harder.”

Joanna’s eyes shift to the right. The familiar, mouth-watering scent of his vetiver-spiced skin makes you fight the urge to audibly hitch your breath. It’s him.

Andy.

“Sorry I’m late. Just got off the phone. Keisha’s still in temporary accommodation at Children’s Cottage. I spoke with Laurie and she’s provided a statement.”

Andy turns, a glint in his eye as he pretends it’s the first time you’ve met. His hair is longer now, or maybe it’s just the lack of product weighing it down. There are flecks of grey in his beard. His lips quirk up, smooth and full, and you remember their softness in a heady flash.

“Andy Barber, ADA. I’m the acting AFC for Keisha Taylor.” He proffers a hand, mischievously raising an eyebrow. “Want me to fill you in?”

You’re stammering a little. “S-sure. Go ahead.” You clear your throat.

Joanna gives you a knowing sideways glance. You twist your lips, trying your best to hide a smirk as your cheeks begin to burn. There’s a meeting room a few steps away.

The shrill beep of a phone silences the noise in your brain.

“I have to take this. Meet me back here in twenty minutes.” Joanna picks up her briefcase and hurries down the hall.

Andy’s warm hand grazes the small of your back as he opens the door. He immediately removes his suit jacket. His shirt strains against his muscles. Your eyes follow the tuck lines down to his belt. You unclip the links of your binder, fingers wrapping around the cool metal. You remember the night at the bar, the tang of beer in his kisses, how easily he brought you close….so close. You’re clutching the binder now. Andy’s eyes catch yours and you teasingly rub your fingers up and down the clasp.

Thick, electric silence fills the room.

“It’s been a minute.” Your voice is soft, low, disembodied. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Yeah.” A beat. “Wanna go for round two?” Andy’s arm drapes across your chair, his long fingers tracing circles on your shoulder.

“I’m not into repeats, sorry.” You shoot him a smirk.

“Who said anything about repeats? I didn’t get to do everything I wanted to do to you that night…”

You cross your legs as you feel that tell-tale twitch of desire. “Andy, we need to concentrate….”

“Am I distracting you?” His hand moves downwards with a tantalizing drag of his fingers across your bare arm. Your skin tingles, the simplicity, the softness of his touch sending shivers through every muscle and nerve.

You take a deep, shaky breath, your eyes flitting down to the documents in front of you. Then back to Andy. The broadness of him. Those strong hands...he’s mapped every curve and peak of your body, explored it, owned it…

“Fuck it.” You slam the binder closed and push it across the table.

Andy grins.

Your heart thumps wildly, the room beginning to blur. “Just…give me a minute.”

“God, you’re a tease.” He laughs, the sultry baritone reverberating through you, setting you alight.

You exit the room and rush to the bathroom, pacing up and down, hands fanning nervously as though you’re trying to cool the pure heat of your lust. Propping yourself up against the sink, you meet your reflection with a huff.

“Why am I always so horny when there are people around?” Your jaw tightens. “Fuck you, Barber. Fuck me.”

Joanna emerges from a stall.

“I knew it.” She chuckles.

“Fuck.”

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