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Bubble Gum: Spoiled Rotten

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Sugar Daddy AU)

Warnings: jealous!bucky, brat!reader, smut, explicit language, age difference, cockwarming, brat taming, edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex.

Summary: Spoiled brats get punished, and James knows just the right way to teach you a lesson.

Written for @world-of-aus au writing challenge.

If looks could kill, James’ steely eyes would have burned a hole through your thick skull already. He draws a deep, steading breath to regain his composure and keep under control his blood pressure that skyrockets everytime you get on his nerves.

You’ve been on your worst behavior all day.

It’s clear you do things for the sake of riling him up, he can see it written all over your mischievous face and the devious smirk you shoot his way, and you do it because the punishing way he fucks the brat out of you is usually the reward you like best.

It’s the reason you’re humoring this hunky sales assistant who’s probably ten years younger than him, a good six inches taller and built like a fucking brickhouse, as he tries to flirt with you. James frowns observing the strain of his biceps against his button down shirt when he lifts your very heavy shopping bag.

No one needs that much muscle mass unless they’re Steve Rogers or Sam Wilson. Very tasteless, in his honest opinion. The guy could’ve at least gone for a size larger.

Your laugh snaps him out of his murderous trance.

“Thank you, Tommy, I’ll see you soon.” you chirp, placing your hand on one of his outrageously bulging biceps.

“Always a pleasure, miss.” is his flirtatious response as he shoots you a beaming smile and a wink, completely ignoring James’ presence at your side. The audacity.

“Are you done yet?” he grunts, glaring at Tommy’s very broad retreating back.

You hum, grab his hand and lace your fingers with his, guiding him outside of the store and into the sidewalk. “I got everything I needed.”

“Yeah, I bet. Timmy seemed real dedicated to meeting your every need.”

It comes out whinier than he intended, and the pout on his lips gives out kicked puppy vibes instead of seething, menacing man.

You let a sound between a coo and a snort and clutch his arm, peppering kisses on his shoulder. “What, you jealous or something?” A teasing smirk spreads on your glossy lips, “I didn’t take your for the possessive kind, Mr. Barnes.”

“Just get in the damn car.” he mumbles and opens the door for you, slapping your ass as you get inside.

Tonight he’ll have to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.

You huff for the tenth time in a minute, brows furrowed as you glare at James, who’s been ignoring you since you’ve gotten inside his penthouse. He keeps typing on his computer, ignoring your pretty lace set and your numerous attempts to get his attention.

You’re puzzled by his behavior. You’ve been getting on his every last nerve since this morning, sending him provocative pictures during his meeting and acting like a brat, and he hasn’t snapped yet like he usually would, spanking your ass red and fucking you until you’re sobbing.

“James, stop working.” you whine like the little spoiled child you are, “Hello? I’m here.”

He hums, not even lifting his eyes from the spreadsheet in front of him. “I’m doing what I’d have done today had you not sent me those pictures, bubbles. You know how distracting you can be?”

“I know.” you quip, hips swaying as you make your way to where he’s hunched, and sit on his desk. “That’s why I did it. Now leave this and come to bed with me.”

A wicked glint crosses his face and is gone in an instant.

“We don’t need the bed.” he tells you, his warm hand caressing your thigh and travelling higher and higher until it meets your panties, “Do we?”

You shake your head, spreading your legs open as he moves his chair between them. Slowly he brings his face down to your inner thighs until his hot breath fans over your cunt and his beard grazes your skin. You let out a moan when he leaves open mouthed kisses along the thin ridges of your stretch marks, tracing up until he meets the sheer lace of your panties. His eyes, pretty sapphire eyes, bore into yours as he trails up to your mound and lower belly, his hands keading the flesh of your legs and ass. Hooking his fingers around your underwear, he slides the lace down to your ankles, and you toss them away with an impatient growl.

Tingles spread like wildfire with every soft touch of his lips until your walls are throbbing and you’re burning up with desire.

“So wet bubbles, all for me?” James chuckles, his long fingers teasing your clit, never enough to relieve you of the coil in your core, just the right amount to make you feel like you’re losing your mind.

You grind your hips on the table, chasing his fingers and some relief while his name pours out of your mouth like a prayer as you beg him for more.

The wicked glint is back again before he delves in your dripping folds, and a satisfied sigh escapes your lips. James latches onto your swollen clit while his tongue swirls around your cunt and his prosthetic fingers pump in and out of you. The sounds of him sucking hard on you and slurping your juices and the squelch of your wet pussy fill his office.

You feel the coil in your belly get tighter with each swipe of his tongue, your walls convulsing around his fingers.

“Daddy, please, I’m close.” you whine, getting impatient with the way he seems to be taking his sweet time torturing you.

Just as you’re about to cum, he pushes himself away from you, and you feel the hot waves of pleasure retreating back, leaving disappointment behind.

“What the hell James?”

“Such a brat, bubbles. You really don’t deserve to cum.”

You rush to apologize, promising you’ll do better, and James nods, seemingly satisfied with your pleads, digging in your aching cunt again. He licks a wide strip of your folds and pokes your entrance with his tongue, your juices covering the bottom half of his face.

He fucks you with his mouth, giving it all he’s got until you’re writhing on that desk, your toes curled and eyes rolled to the back of your head. The heat in your pussy becomes unbearable, and your clit is so sensitive and overstimulated that his hot breath fanning over it makes you arch your back in pleasure and pain.

Once again, he stops just in time before your release. And again, he resumes back to eating you out like a man on a mission, before stopping, repeating the process all over again, edging you multiple times until tears and mascara are streaming down your face and you’re cursing him out and sobbing about how much you need him.

“What do you need, babygirl? You need daddy to fuck your tight pussy?”

“Yes, please daddy, please fuck me, make me cum all over your cock.” you mewl, hand reaching for your cunt before he slaps it away and tuts you.

“Do you deserve to be fucked?” he asks, palming himself through his pants, “Do you think you deserve to cum after what you did today?”

You squirm, trying to soothe the throbbing ache in your pussy, but James is unrelenting and keeps you still.

“Sending me those photos during a meeting, you know I can’t concentrate when I see you like that, what were you thinking, you dumb little baby? Flirting with that Timmy guy while we were out and ignoring me all afternoon?”

“I’m sorry daddy, it was stupid of me, but I won’t do it again.” you promise, “But please I can’t take this anymore.”

He almost caves in, his stupid heart clenching whenever he hears your soft cries, but he enjoys the way you beg a little too much to give in so easily. Not tonight. Tonight he’ll make you suffer before he gives you what you want, just like you’ve done all day.

“It’s my fault that you’re spoiled rotten, bubbles.” he continues, grabbing your thighs and pulling you down until you’re straddling his lap. “Always giving you what you want, never telling you no.” He maneuvers you so that you’re hovering over his hard cock “I need to set you straight. Need to discipline you.”

You yelp when he impales you on his length, the stretch welcome and filling after so long. When you wiggle above him, expecting him to fuck you hard like he usually would, his flesh hand gives your face a delicate slap before he grabs your cheeks and squishes your mouth.

“Bad girls don’t get to have fun on daddy’s cock, babygirl.”

The outraged look on your face is comical. “What?”

“You heard that. Now you’re gonna sit still on daddy’s cock until I’m done with work. And then I’ll fuck you, if I feel like it.”

He gives you one last evil grin before yanking you flush against his chest and ignoring your cries and pleads as he holds you still and resumes back to working.

You try to wriggle your body, but everytime his hard cock hits a different spot inside you, you regret it. You can feel every vein and every ridge on his thick cock, your walls gripping it tightly, your arousal dripping down its length, and yet all you can do is cry your frustration out on James' shoulder.

The stretch, the heat, the way his skin brushes and bumps accidentally over your sensitive clit, it’s too much and not enough.

“Daddy?” you purr after what feels like an eternity.

He hums in response, and you turn to face him, hoping your pleading eyes will convince him.

“Please? My knees are hurting and I need you so bad, daddy.”

“Did you learn your lesson? Will you be a good girl for me?”

“The best.” You beam at him.

He sighs, knowing damn well you won’t be, but unfortunately for him, James can never resist you for too long.

In an instant you find yourself bent over the desk, the wood digging painfully in the soft flesh of your belly, your toes hovering over the ground.

“Beg for me, bubbles.” He growls in your ear, his prosthetic hand caressing your back, “I want to hear you beg me to fuck your pretty pussy until your legs give out.”

His words shoot straight to your cunt. “Please, please, please fuck me daddy, I need you to fuck my pussy.”

You let out a strangled moan when James slants himself inside you, your position allowing his cock to reach deep into your core, until his tip hits against your cervix.

He ruts against you, his cock slamming in and out of you, your walls gripping him like a vice as he pounds into you like a wild beast. He grabs a fistful of your hair, and you arch your back to meet his movements. You both know you’re not going to last long.

“I can feel you, so tight on me. You like it when daddy fucks you like a whore, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, oh my God, harder.” you beg, “Please, just like that.”

You feel your orgasm near, your pussy spasming around his cock and bursts of electricity travelling from your center to every nerve ending of your body. It’s bliss, it’s a hot surge of energy encompassing you whole until you’re moaning and drooling like a mindless fuckdoll.

“Tell me you’ll be my good girl.”

“I’ll be good for you daddy, I promise.”

His cock swells inside you, and the fullness of his hot spurt spilling inside you is enough to tip you over the edge, your orgasm wrecking through your body as you spasm and shake, your toes curling, eyes rolling to the back of your head, his strong arms holding you close to him, so close you feel the errantic beat of his heart.

Your mind is swimming in a daze, and you’re spent, and satisfied, in pure bliss as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck and whispers soft praises into your ears. You hiss when he pulls out of you, and he watches enthralled his cum drip out of your cunt and down your thighs.

When you feel his tongue trace its way upwards, licking you clean, you let out a surprised yelp. He chuckles, bringing his face close to your pussy.

You want nothing more than cuddle with him and fall asleep in his arms, but James has different plans for you.

“What, you thought it was over? I never said I was done punishing you, bubbles.”

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐱 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟏)

welcome to the first part of girls on film!

i made this thinking of steve having his first experience with a cam girl. i hope u enjoy!!! this is a series, next part will be coming soon!!!

description: steve rogers is in a rut. for the first time in forever, captain america wants to have sex. the only problem is that he doesn't have a girlfriend, and he's certainly not the kind to have a one night stand. a cam site, girlsonfilm.com is his last resort -- and thank god for it, because through there, he found you.

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warnings: sex work, porn, dirty talk, smut, age gap

Steve Rogers was filled to the brim with lust. It was a feeling he didn't get often. But for the past couple of weeks, it had been creeping up on him like a bad cold. He was distracted, not like himself, zoned out. He seemed detached and uninterested, all to hide that on the inside he felt like a cat in heat. He didn't know what to do with this sudden burning. He knew if he had sex, or sexual interactions, the conflict would at least begin to resolve itself.

He'd be sated in the way he desired and knew he wanted -- needed. But there was a problem with that as well - he wasn't in a relationship at the moment, so he couldn't have sex with a partner. He didn't even have time to initiate a relationship and get to that level. And Steve Rogers was good old fashioned Captain America, who didn't want to have a one night stand just to fulfill his desires. He would feel uncomfortable just diving in with a girl he hardly knew because he felt like he needed a stronger connection and because he didn't want to use someone in that way.

And masturbation hardly helped. He needed the real thing, and more than a few rounds of it. He didn't quite understand why he felt this way, it was so rare. Of course he was a man with a sex drive, but it was typically limited to finding a woman on the street attractive or wanting to start a relationship with a woman who wasn't tied to his job, or figuring out the new things that he was attracted to.

He raised his eyebrows at his own self sometimes - who knew he liked high heels so much? But this was different. In this case, he absolutely needed relief, and soon, lest he fall further down the rabbit hole of indifference and inner frustration.

But it took a few weeks for anyone to really say anything about Steve's changed attitude -- his apparent unconcern, irritation, bits of anxiety and hiding his feelings. Specifically Tony. Steve was sitting in the meeting room with seemingly no purpose, just staring at the TV ahead of him, with his legs spread out. He was gently bouncing his right leg, thinking embarrassingly NSFW thoughts in his head.

That was when Tony walked in, yet to be noticed by Steve, who had pretty much spaced out. Tony raised a suspicious brow, then whistled loudly, making Steve look his way, tuning back in to Earth.

"Steve-o, good to see you," Tony grinned, the corner of his lip turning up. Steve narrowed his eyes slightly at the sound of the annoying nickname.

He sighed, his voice lower and huskier than usual, as it had been during these past few deprived weeks,

"Tony. How can I help you?"

"I think today what we're asking is- how can I help you? Been meaning to talk to you," Tony quipped, and Steve sighed even heavier internally - there would be no good coming from this, he thought. "Step into my office!"

The words were like knives on a chalkboard. Tony was on some type of mental health bend ever since he had finally started therapy - he felt the need to check in with his fellow Avengers, typically inviting them to an "office session" with those very words. There was no resisting. Steve knew better than to try, and slowly rose to his feet to get up and talk with Tony.

"Attaboy," Tony patted Steve's back, leading him to his office where he sat down behind his desk and had Steve sit on a chair in front of him. He adjusted his tie and cleared his throat, and clasped his hands together. "So. What's been going on?"

Steve winced slightly, confused and a little embarrassed. He knew he had been acting different, but he didn't think it was that bad. And he didn't want to have to admit what was going on with him to Tony.

"You can tell me," Tony prodded, and Steve frowned slightly.

"Why'd you call me in here?"

"Rogers, everyone's been seeing that you're acting... iffy lately. Less control freak, less robotic super-soldier, less-"

"Alright," Steve cut Tony off, furrowing his brows together.

"I've seen it too, but it was Nat who asked me to say something to you. She thinks I'm actually good at talking to people, can you imagine? Anyway, you gotta own up to it. You've been off these past few weeks. Any reason why?"

Steve took a breath, opened his mouth to answer, then closed it. He blinked and folded his arms in front of his chest. If he wanted to hide that something was going on, there was no use anymore. Tony leaned back in his chair, waiting for a response.

"I..." he started, and Tony became intrigued, leaning forward. "I just..."

Tony raised a brow,

"Cat got your tongue? Y'know what Steve, I'm thinking maybe you need someone you can really talk to. If it isn't me, which... wouldn't make much sense, maybe it's someone else. A girlfriend?"

"That's it!" Steve exclaimed, a bit too excitedly. He recomposed himself, nodding calmly. "That's exactly it. I need a girlfriend. But more specifically, I need... what a girlfriend can give me. Does that... make sense?"

Tony raised his eyebrows, very intrigued now, and a little smirk appeared on his lips. He nodded slowly,

"Oh it makes a lot of sense. I would've thought you'd have no problem with that, my friend."

Steve sighed, folding his arms,

"More trouble than you'd think. I want this, but... I don't have time to go out and meet someone and then... you know-"

"Bump uglies."

Steve's face morphed into a concerned grimace at Tony's choice of words, and he continued speaking with a raised brow and pursed lip,

"Right. And, I don't wanna just..."

"Have a one night stand."

“Right," Steve nodded, slowly becoming more and more uncomfortable with the topic of sex although it was all that was on his mind. "So I'm just... a little bit conflicted, that's all."

Tony seemed to understand, but he was also slightly amused, smirking slightly,

"So, let me get this straight. Captain America's been acting disconnected and aloof because he's horny?"

Steve made a face like he'd eaten a sour candy, and could hardly even nod in replacement of a verbal answer. Tony laughed a bit, clapped his hands together, and began to commend him,

"Amazing! You know, I always wondered - the guy doesn't bring any women home, he doesn't have a missus, what the hell does he do? Does he even think about it? I was concerned for your health, honestly, but I didn't want to overstep."

Steve chuckled,

"Not like you."

"Sure," Tony brushed off the comment, then returned back to the subject, narrowing his eyes slightly in curiosity. "You do jerk off though?"

Steve shrugged.

"I try. I typically... need more, though," Steve became sheepish, his cheeks turning a slight red at the delicate, private manner of the topic.

Tony seemed very surprised by this admission, but very satisfied with the honesty,

"Thank you for sharing, Cap. So your dilemma is - you're tied up because you want to slime the shield, but-"

"Have sex," Steve interrupted, his eyes pinching shut. "Just say have sex."

"Alright- there he is. So, you're conflicted because you want to have sex, but you don't have time for a relationship, and you're too wholesome to have a one night stand."

"You could say that," Steve nodded slowly, agreeing - this talk with Tony was beginning to seem more feasible. Still embarrassing, but a conversation he could have. And if anything good could come from it, he was willing to continue.

"Honestly, pal, you want a solution?"

"Please," Steve leaned forward in his chair, the word coming out more desperate than he had even meant it to. His mouth was becoming dry - he was tired of the futile devices he'd been left to at his own hands.

"Alright. Listen, I'm a changed man, really. But before Pepper, I was what you might call a sugar daddy. You know, I'd buy hot girls things in exchange for sex, or just because I wanted to. I suppose a part of it was due to satisfying my own needs. Now, I know that's not exactly what you're looking for, but hear me out. I'd usually find these girls on cam sites."

"Cam sites?"

"Oh, Steve-o. You are in for a wild ride. These women... they're phenomenal. You wouldn't even believe.

In that hour, Tony had gone over the basics of cam sites. He had emphasized the fact that while cam sites weren't as wholesome as Steve might be hoping, there were many ways to develop a personal relationship with cam girls (that was what they were called, the women Steve would encounter), and receive sexual gratification. It wasn't physical sex, but it might tide Steve over for now, until he could develop those relations in real life.

So, Steve agreed. And it had been on his mind for the remainder of the day. The talk helped though - Steve was slowly coming back down to earth. Just having an option that appeared slightly viable was helpful, and he was looking forward to that night. It was a bit unorthodox, especially for someone like him, but if he could find that real connection Tony was talking about... he'd give it a shot.

So that night, after a hot shower, lots of contemplation and heavy thoughts, he got into bed, freshly clean and warm, shirtless and in a pair of boxers. He placed his laptop in front of him, his room dark and quiet, and typed "girlsonfilm.com" into the search browser. His face shifted almost as soon as he got onto the page - there was a collection of photos of girls, many of them naked or almost naked, smiling up at the camera or sporting their best sexy pouts. Already it was a bit overwhelming, and it was only the welcome page. Tony had told Steve it was best to sign up, so that was exactly what he did.

He used his middle name, "Grant", rather than Steve - because you could never be too safe, and he signed up for an account. Before he was able to view the collection of cam sites, he was given a plethora of interests to pick from. Some were fetish based - BDSM, foot play, scene play, squirting, etc. Others were based on the ratings of the performers, some based on race - Steve raised a brow at that category.

As if race would be a factor to him. He honestly didn't know what to choose from. He hardly knew his interests sexually, and just barely knew what personal qualities he wanted in a girl. So, he pressed the "just get started" button at the top, and it randomized the video selection. He wouldn't be missing out on a thing.

Steve's cheeks grew redder and redder as he scrolled through the site. All the selections were showing previews of the live videos, and seeing so many naked women on screen at once made Steve's face get hot. He clicked through various videos - some girls were simply chatting, others were moaning too much to get a real word out, and others were undressing slowly or praising their customers. They were all interesting and talented, yet none really stood out to him. Up until he found you.

You called yourself "moonrose haze", and you were genuinely smiling, something that made Steve feel less desolate. You seemed to be enjoying yourself, and it seemed as though this were all completely natural to you. You were happy and calm and wistful all at once. The people in your comments were tipping you and asking you to do certain things — Steve was almost confused by some of the requests; why would someone want to see you suck your own toes? But this didn't take away from you. He was enthralled — you were young, gorgeous, and already he liked you as a person though he knew nothing about you. And when he heard your voice, this liking towards you only grew stronger.

He just watched for a while, listening to you speak.

"I just got out of the shower," you grinned dazedly — that would explain why you were wrapped in a white robe, your hair still slightly damp and clinging to your skin.

His eyes flickered down to the comments:

Bob - bobnewman14 How was your shower, ms. Haze?

Nick - virgodick Shower? without me?

"Very funny, Nick," you replied, rolling your eyes playfully. You grinned — you seemed to have a sense of humor, and a few regular fans with whom you had a relationship with. Steve felt encouraged by this, maybe then it would be easy for him to make a connection too. You shifted purposefully so that more of your skin was showing, and instantly got a few more tips. "And my shower was great, Bob. How are you?"

Steve just watched for a while more as you interacted. You weren't doing anything overtly sexual, but your presence was enough. And sure, you were teasing, elongating your performance enough to keep your tips going. You took in a deep sigh, and Steve was entranced by the sound of it, by the softness and color of your lips, the way your hair brushed against your (insert color) skin.

"So... I wanna do a private chat tonight. And I'll be choosing one lucky winner. So comment your name below if you want a 40 minute session with me," you explained. You were articulate and right to the point — Steve liked that about you.

The chat started filling up with names and requests for the private chat. Tony had told Steve about this. He was reluctant at first when you said it, but as he saw how many people were requesting, he realized that now was his chance. He wanted to get to know you as soon as possible, and in a private session he could also get that sexual gratification he was seeking, and have it all to himself. But how to stand out to you?

Tips. Steve saw that you were almost to your tip goal for the night, so he decided he would help you out a little more. He pressed the tip button and entered the value without even batting an eye — he had the money for it and more: $360. He watched as your eyes brightened up and your brows raised, a little gasp escaping your lips.

"Wow, we have a new and very generous customer. Thank you!"

He smiled to himself, and this feeling of satisfaction was rare. He then requested a private session, and it was only a few beats before you accepted and Steve was then rerouted. What first popped up was a webcam that asked "join audio and video?" Steve contemplated it — he wanted you to be comfortable, but for obvious reasons he didn't want to reveal himself just yet. So he clicked "join audio without video", and was then transferred into a private session unique to him. You could hear him, you just couldn't see him.

The two of you were alone, no other customers in sight. And the 40 minutes would be great for getting to know you, so Steve was glad. You were smiling, that genuine smile that met your sparkling eyes.

"Hi!" you cooed. "What's your name?"

"My name's Grant," said Steve, using his fake name. He was speaking into the microphone so you could hear him, but you couldn't see him.

You smiled even wider,

"Hello, Grant. Nice to meet you. It says you joined this website — 33 minutes ago? You're brand new aren't you?

Steve grinned a little, he liked your slightly teasing personality, and you could hear his bemusement in his voice, "Very new. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, Grant," you liked him— he seemed formal and polite so far, and he had helped you succeed in reaching your tips goal for the night, you hardly had to do a thing after he joined your live session. "And thank you so much for the tip. You have no idea what it means to me. I'm currently trying to pay for school and be an artist at the same time, and also pay rent. It's kind of crazy. I work another job outside of this."

Steve was surprised. He knew cam girls usually did their shows for an extra source of money, but you seemed to be juggling a lot more than he'd expected,

"It's my pleasure. And I'm sure you'll succeed in everything. I want to help you if I can."

Your heart felt warm. But this was a little too good to be true — you had lots of customers, but it wasn't often that a man came on offering the kind of help you figured Grant was insinuating right away. You went on anyways, but didn't give in just yet,

"You're sweet. So what can I do for you?"

Steve panicked at the question. He didn't know what he wanted to see. He wanted to talk first, then maybe try something sexual towards the end of your time together. For now, he wanted to talk. He wanted the illusion of a connection and relationship before he got the sexual satisfaction he needed.

He shrugged a little, forgetting that you couldn't see him, and tried to sound natural and not nervous,

"I was thinking I could just get to know you for now, if that's alright with you."

You laughed, because you were amused by his charming nature.

"It's more than alright," you flirted gently, and Steve smiled slightly. "You're the customer, Grant."

He was thrown off by the use of the fake name, but he'd have to get used to it.

"So, you go by Moonrose?" Steve asked, curious about your stage name.

"That's me," you quipped, and Steve got a rise out of the confident look that spurred on your face as you confirmed. It seemed you really enjoyed this job and your interactions with others, and he liked that.

"What made you choose that name? It's very nice."

"Thank you, Grant," you flashed a quirky smile. "Well, I love the stars and the moon, I love flowers. I love earth and space. What better way to combine them both than to do it through this?"

"Couldn't agree more," Steve grinned. "It sounds like you like nature a lot?"

"Love. I'm studying environmental policy and astronomy at school. On the side I try to make money as a designer, and I also work at an office for a state rep. And this, of course. I like this a lot. What about you, what do you do?"

Steve admired you for your willingness to change the world, and for how much you balanced at once. If there was anyone who understood stress- it was him. And you probably dealt with a lot yourself.

"Oh, I-I'm uhh... I'm a... scientist," he blurred out the first thing that made sense, and it made a lot of sense - he was surrounded by scientists and scientific experiments - hell, he was one. He could carry a short conversation about the same things as Tony. This would work. "An engineer, actually," he continued.

"Oh wow," you raised your brows, impressed. "Lots of math, I imagine. Hey, you could tutor me if you really wanna help me. I love astronomy but it's kind of kicking my ass."

Steve smirked at your honesty and attitude, and the way you leaned into the camera to express interest in his "life."

"I could, if you want me to," Steve replied, knowing he wasn't that great with math.

You laughed — the sound of your laugh like music to Steve's ears,

"I'm kidding, I won't put you through that. But you're so sweet to offer. I like you."

"I like you," Steve returned, the words flowing so effortlessly out of his mouth. It was easy to talk to you, but you were a force of a woman, and he liked that about you.

You laughed again, and Steve chuckled quietly.

"Hmm," you hummed to yourself, and placed your finger on your lip. "You have this really nice, deep voice. Not creepy or anything. I could listen to you talk for ages. We have over thirty minutes left but I'd love to do another private session with you. Hope I'm not asking too soon."

Unbeknownst to Steve, now you were nervous. It had happened fast, but you felt the chemistry between the two of you. You felt like he was different, and although you couldn't see him, you had an attraction to him, and not just because of the money. So you wanted to talk with him in private again, and you were nervous to ask so soon in the session because you didn't want Steve to feel pressured or on lock, but he seemed to be enjoying himself.

Steve was overjoyed though. He wanted to see you again, and had been planning on trying for another private session as well as watching your public, live cams. He felt like he knew you already, and getting to know you was a breeze. More would definitely satisfy him.

"I'd love to see you again," he leaned back into his pillows, feeling more comfortable.

You smiled, trying and failing to hide your excitement as you giggled gently,

"Great. I do live shows every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, just so you know. Private sessions vary."

"I'll clear my calendar," Steve joked playfully, and you smirked.

"I like you," you said again. "So, what made you want to come on here, if you don't mind me asking. You're just very new, as we discussed."

"Well," Steve cleared his throat. He figured he might as well be honest and talk about his problems— you would be the one helping solve them. "I've been having this issue. I've been wanting to be intimate for a while now, but I don't have the resources for that. I want the physical intimacy, but I don't have a girlfriend and I don't have time to get one, and I don't want to do one night stands either, I prefer a deeper connection. So this seemed like a good option. A sort of compromise."

"Wow," you nodded slowly. You got lots of responses to that question, and they all varied — some were similar to this one, but this seemed more unique. You took in everything he said, but couldn't help but prod playfully. "How old are you, Grant? You seem to be very traditional!"

Steve chuckled. Little did you know, this was a loaded question. But he could answer it anyway,

"I'm thirty seven. You?"

"I just turned twenty one! My birthday was two days ago," you replied, and the age difference came as a shock to Steve. He didn't mind it much, but he didn't want to feel like a perv. Then again, you were both adults, but you still felt so young to him. Then again, this was unlike him to begin with and this was a temporary means for satisfaction.

"Wow, you're young. Happy belated birthday," Steve replied, his brows still raised.

"Thank you," you smiled. You began to lay down on your side, playing with the strings of your robe. "I am young. I bet you like that, don't you?"

Steve felt nervous again, a pang in his chest. You were flirtatious by nature, even in regular chats, because you were used to sexual interactions with customers. He felt himself blush slightly at the vulgarity of the simple question— you were practically asking if he had a thing for the age gap. He didn't really know the answer to that question, but he spoke before his throat ran too dry,

"Yeah, I- I do. You're young and bright and..."

You were gazing into the camera, listening to him and batting your lashes, making him stumble on his words. He swallowed hard, saliva coating his dry throat. He shifted slightly, pushing his bedsheets back— it was getting warm.

You just shook your head playfully,

"You're too kind, Steve. Now, are you sure there's not anything I can do for you? Now that you've told me about your problem, I'd love to help you solve it."

Oh. Steve hardly knew what to say in response. But it wasn't long before that feeling crept back on him. He was undoubtedly turned on by you and these unfulfilled opportunities. So he cleared his throat,

"Well. I know we can't touch each other, but I find that... doing it myself... doesn't always suffice."

"I can help you with that," you bit down on your lip. When you realized Steve wasn't sure what you meant, you continued to explain, your voice getting naturally lower and sexier. "I mean I could help you get off. I'll do whatever you want me to do, make it feel like someone is really there with you. A bit like... phone sex. Except you'll be able to see me."

Steve was overwhelmed by the option, but he felt it might help him out. Tony had spoken about it briefly and it was also one of the main things that had attracted him to the site. So he'd try it out.

"That- that sounds great."

You grinned, genuinely excited. Steve — or "Grant", to you — seemed new to this entire experience. You were overjoyed to be his "first."

"So... tell me what you want." A pause. You chuckled a little, biting down on your finger. "Do you know what you want?"

"Honestly? Not really," Steve laughed, and you smiled.

"Well, let's figure that out." You sat up on your knees in your bed and glared down at the camera, a look in your eyes that both intimidated and excited Steve. You were so ready for him already, so interested in his desires and helping him reach them. "Can I take this off for you?"

"You— the robe? Uhm— ye-yes," Steve stammered, taken aback by the look in your eyes, the sound of your voice, and what you were proposing.

You laughed huskily, shaking your head,

"Don't be nervous, Grant. Just do what you want, and tell me what you want."

Steve watched as the robe slowly came off, paying more attention to the way it slid down your shoulders, revealing your arms. The way it pooled at your knees. Then he paid attention to the supple skin of your breasts, the way they perfectly fit your body type.

He was breathing a bit heavier and he found that his boxers were becoming tighter, watching you sit there in front of him, your entire body exposed. It had been quick, yes, but so had the connection. He felt a little more comfortable doing it because of how much he felt like you connected.

"Is that good for you?" you cooed, pouting slightly as you let your hands run along your sides, and then cup your plush breasts, the flesh oozing between your fingers. Steve's throat ran incredibly dry at the sight. You were beautiful and effortlessly sexy, and seeing you naked for the first time in front of him felt so oddly intimate. He swallowed hard and nodded.

"You're fuckin' beautiful," he replied under his breath, gaining a cheeky smile from you - of course he was satisfied, of course you had taken his breath away.

"Thank you, baby," you donned the pet name for him quickly and easily, shifting your shoulders back and forth as you moved rhythmically, teasing him just a bit more before you gave him any more content.

"My god," Steve groaned. He couldn't stop his eyes from looking up and down your body, even if it was only on a screen. He felt like you were close to him, enough that he felt like you were there with him. You were talking to him, actually engaging with him, trying and succeeding to fulfill his sexual needs. He felt himself growing hard underneath his boxers, and his jaw clenched as his hand reached down to palm himself on instinct.

You sighed out, and bit down on your lip, pushing your hair behind your ear as you lay back on the mattress slightly, slowly opening your legs. As your sensuous thighs parted, Steve let out a suppressed moan as you exposed the soft flesh between your legs. You were turned on by the situation as much as he was, your folds glistening with hints of arousal. Your fingers danced around your thighs and your stomach, skillfully avoiding that bundle of nerves and everything close to it.

"You like that, Grant?" you asked, and Steve fell through, shaking his head and gripping his erection in his strong, large hand.

"Call me Steve, that's my real name. Ca-call me Steve," he stammered, not thinking of any type of consequences - he was still using a fake username, and you had no idea what he looked like. His identity wouldn't be guessable, and he was being careful otherwise. He just knew that he only wanted to hear you moan his real name.

You didn't mind the switch. You knew lots of customers used aliases to protect their identities for various reasons.

"Okay, Steve, do you like seeing my pussy spread open for you?" you asked, your voice reeling him in.

A grunt escaped Steve's lips as he continued to palm himself over his boxers, waiting for instruction from you. He felt himself throbbing underneath his touch.

"I wanna hear you say it, honey," you smirked, deciding you'd have a some fun teasing him - he didn't seem the dominant type, at least not yet. You could help him figure out his fantasies by instructing him. "Can you tell me how much you love it?"

Steve practically whined, his voice coming out in desperate strings.

"I love it so much. I just want to see you touch yourself for me, doll," Steve replied, surprising himself with the request and the use of the pet name.

You moaned, leaning your head back at the sound of his voice, which made you even more wet for him and made you feel all warm inside. You liked hearing him express what he needed, liked knowing you were the one who was fulfilling his needs.

"Mm, god yes, I just wish you were here so I didn't have to touch myself," you bit down on your lip, your hands caressing your chest, spreading your legs a little further. "Can you touch yourself too? I wanna fuck myself while you get off to me. How's that sound, Steve?"

Steve felt like he was on fire, his jaw clenched to the extreme, his eyelids heavy and his eyes darkened. It was as if you had unlocked a different, unseen side to him -- the side of him he'd been so desperately trying to satisfy for all that time.

"I can do that, doll," he breathed out heavily, his voice constricted and dark.

You moaned quietly as you let your fingers travel between your legs, teasing your own clit as you circled it with your fingers. Despite how quickly things had escalated, Steve felt close to you already - and felt like he was with you even more now. Watching you touch yourself was the breaking point for him, a needy grunt escaping his pink lips as he reached down his boxers, guiding his hard cock out. It sprung up against his stomach and he groaned at the contact against his skin.

"God, your moans are so hot. I want you to stroke your cock for me, okay baby? I want you to be as loud as possible, I want it to feel like I'm there with you," you instructed slowly, your eyes scrunching tight as you continued the circles against your clit, making your fingers move quicker and rougher.

Steve's eyes were trained on your fingers against your heat, how wet you were getting for him, almost not believing how much it turned him on.

"Mhm," he hummed in agreement, starting to close his hand around his erection, slowly but surely stroking it up and down, almost painstakingly slowly. He wanted to last for you.

"You're so good for me baby, fuck," you dipped a finger inside of yourself, easily sliding into your slit because of how wet you were for him. "Fuck, I can feel you inside of me. How many fingers, Stevie?"

Steve groaned under his breath at the sight of you fingering yourself, your middle finger pushing slowly in and out of your hot slit, stroking himself harder now. You asked him a question, but he didn't quite understand,

"I-I'm sorry?"

"How many fingers to make it feel like you're inside of me?" you huffed out, working your finger faster inside of yourself.

When he realized what you meant, Steve felt himself twitch inside his hands, and little spurts of cum shot out from his tip, unexpectedly. There it was, that simple release, even if slight and not complete, it was still extremely satisfying. Normally he'd last much longer, but just you saying that had triggered him, and he was taken by surprise when he came. He felt like he was finally purged, huffing out loudly as he kept going,

"Fuck, I just came, baby."

You made a face, surprised,

"Really?"

"Keep going, I can keep going," he panted, continuing to stroke himself, slowing down a bit.

"Yeah?" you bit down on your lip, excited by him and his stamina. "How many fingers, baby?"

"God, fuck..." Steve didn't even care about how much he was swearing - why should he? "Three fingers, doll."

"Mm, I love it when you call me that, Stevie," you smirked, and you slid one more finger inside, gently scissoring yourself open. "Are you that big, baby? Three fingers?"

Your coquettish whimpers sent Steve into another dimension. He wanted you even more, but this felt like he was really there with you, your erotic narration giving him the illusion that you were there, being intimate with him. He nodded, a knot tied in his throat,

"Just for me."

You cried out when you pushed the third finger inside, feeling almost all the fingers on your right hand fill you up, your stomach twitching with that orgasmic feeling,

"Oh my god, yes. You're so big, Steve, your cock is stretching me out. You like how I feel around you?"

Steve could hardly reply, but he choked out a response,

"You feel so good around me, baby. Like an angel. So good around my cock."

The dirty talk, which he usually would find awkward or even out of character, came out so naturally, not forced. You brought it out of him with ease, bringing him to climax over and over. He was focused on all of you, every part of you. Even with your head rolled back, eyes in the back of your head, lips parted, and legs spread for him, he found you beautiful, admired the way your skin glowed and the way your hair hung down.

"I just wanna be good for you," you thrust your fingers inside of yourself, maneuvering them so well that you couldn't get enough. "I wanna come for you, Steve."

"Mhm, just wait for me, darling."

You pouted, curling your fingers and pushing them in and out as fast as you could, still trying not to come,

"Baby, you feel so good. You're so big, fuck."

"I know you wanna come baby. You're so wet for me, god damn," Steve groaned salaciously, observing how you quite literally dripped all down your thighs.

It only took a few more minutes of dirty talk and stroking himself for Steve to reach his second orgasm of the night, watching as you changed positions to your knees to finger yourself from behind, your head turned so you could watch him. He could see every reaction on your face, how your eyebrows twisted and your lips twitched.

"I'm coming again, doll," Steve swallowed hard, watching as the thick white ropes spilled out from him, onto his bedsheets and rock hard abs, panting and moaning loudly into his built in microphone.

"Oh, I wish I could see you come for me, Steve, feel it inside of me."

"Come on, come for me, baby."

You let out a shriek of satisfaction as you began to release around your fingers, rocking back and forth on your hand as you rode out your high.

"Oh fuck!" you cried out, your eyes scrunching shut. "Steve, I-"

"That's okay, Moonrose," he called you by your stage name for the first time since you had started. "Shit, yeah, that's it."

You kept riding out your high until you were finished, your entire body shaking even by the time you were done, laying face first in your sweaty bedsheets, your hands at your sides. When you got yourself back together, Steve could go again, but he was sated for now, since he knew you were probably done.

"How was that?" you panted, finally turning to face the camera, your entire body hot and flushed.

Steve was smiling, elated. You had done what he had needed, and he felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Not only did you have that connection, but Steve felt pleasured sexually, as if it weren't just through a screen. He could only imagine what you'd be like in real life, but he didn't want to get too ahead of himself.

"You were beautiful, Moonrose. Thank you, so much, honestly. I-I don't know how to repay you."

"Well. You could pay me," you joked playfully, but Steve was right on it, adding another couple hundred to your account. "Oh shit, really? Oh my god, you're the best."

"You are. Honestly, I've been in such a rut these past few weeks. It's safe to say you helped."

"I'm glad to hear that Steve," you grinned. You felt filled with joy as well - for some reason you felt so comfortable with Steve, so intimate. You wanted to talk to him more. You wanted to get to know him more, and he wanted to do the same. You glanced up at the clock on the top of the private chat, and pouted slightly. "We've only got a minute left."

"I guess this is goodbye?" Steve replied, his brow quirking up in amusement.

"I guess so," you sighed out in pleasure. You paused, then spoke, your voice a bit more serious. "I hope I can talk to you again, Steve. This was... amazing. I feel like..."

"Like I know you," Steve finished her sentence for her, though he hardly meant to. He didn't want this to become anything more than what it was, and though he wanted to build that connection, he also knew he had to be careful and think before he spoke or acted.

"Yeah," you nodded, with a relieved smile. "It's like you sort of understand me, and it's weird. But I love it. It's different. And you were... so fucking hot. Are you really not having sex in real life? Because if you are, I'm not mad. Whoever's getting it is lucky."

"I'm really not," Steve chuckled, bashful at the vulgar compliment. "But thank you."

"Well, ten seconds. Keep in touch?"

"I will. Nice meeting you, doll."

This time you blushed. You really did like that nickname,

"You too, Steve."

And the camera switched off. That night, feeling lighter than ever, more satisfied than ever, Steve could only think about you. But he didn't know all the wonderful things this would lead to.

ok so that's it omg! i hope u all enjoyed this, let me know if i should make a series out of it!!! thank u for reading, have a safe quarantine!

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fyrapartnersearch · 6 years

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SHAME SHAME SHAME

everybody's people watchin' everybody’s punch clockin’

hey how are ya my name is emmy and i’m here to search for a new rp partner. a bit about me, i’m 22, canadian, work two part time jobs and attend uni full time and i go by she/her pronouns. i reside in the mountain timezone and i am thrilled to hopefully start writing with you.

why should you write with me? because i promise that if i pick up an rp with you i’m gonna put 100 and 10 percent of my effort into our story. i’m looking for a long term gig, someone who i can really weave a plot with, someone who digs the cut of my jib. i want us to be able to sob over our characters together late into the night. i want us to exchange songs, playlists, posts found on the internet, aesthetic boards, whatever reminds us of our characters/our plot.

i will probably spam you with pictures of my character’s playby and i want to see mad pics of yours, too. i want us to go through our character’s struggles together as well as be able to cheer together when our characters get a hold on their situation and come up on top. i want us to inspire one another with our writing. it’s gonna be great. you & me honey.

right now I'm looking for 1-2 new rp partners who are interested in something long-term and fully fleshed out. think 'mains'.

gee, that sounds nice! i’m inclined to agree! but a few things you should know before you go any further: i write anywhere between full lit to lit + to novella style, so expect posts of at least 4 - 6 paragraphs baseline. sometimes i crank out 10. or just 5. depends entirely on what’s going on. i write according to situation, with a great amount of detail spent on what my character is thinking/feeling in response to yours. the replies you get will be fully fleshed out & enthralling. i am a stickler for grammar and spelling, though nobody’s perfect, i do occasionally have my slipups. all lowercase text is strictly kept to ooc communication. i can be sporadic with capitalization ooc but still keep good spelling. i will never pressure you into posting or writing ridiculous amounts just to match my post. i want you to have fun too! if i’ve had a bit too much to drink or am about to hit the hay, i’ll wait to post until i can give my post my full attention. usually i’ll be able to post at least once every week, sometimes multiple times a week depending on work & schoolwork. i'm available for ooc chat almost all the time. i also totally understand life happens and sometimes we just need a breather. ♥ i have bipolar depression, and sometimes my depression kicks my ass, but i’ll let you know when that happens.

oh goodness, what else? i write predominantly m/m pairings but i am open to m/f and f/f as well. i do not write high fantasy settings, sorry doll. my interests mostly align with modern day, slice of life kinda stuff, aside from the fandoms i do have. i don’t have many limits besides excessive gore, scat, mpreg, and writing smut for sake of smut. i love my romance just like anyone else does, but it’s got to have plot. our characters have to have chemistry or else i get bored. i haven’t doubled before but i think i’d be down for it with the right plot. usually i prefer that we play one character each, or we play multiple characters within a plot, but not usually more than one plot at the same time. but!!! i am totally willing to try new things!! just be patient with me as i learn m'kay? i have had several threads going at once with one partner which can be super fun. also most of my characters are pretty kinky but like, i prefer that we talk about kinks and limits one on one as opposed to airing out my character’s laundry. also- i wanna be your friend ooc. let’s chat. i find it’s so much easier to have muse and post if i enjoy the virtual company of the people i’m writing with.

ok but what do you write?

what *don’t* i write? kidding. here’s a bit of fandom for ya. if i’ve got plots listed, they’re the ideas i have, but i’m totally open to yours as well. stars denote how much i’m craving them. i’ll list the canon characters i write after i list the fandom:

mafia 2: vito scaletta ***plot for mafia 2 a: we explore the dynamics of a relationship between vito and your oc. your oc could be in a position of great risk- think outside of the mafia, possibly a police officer, prostitute. some position where power dynamics could be played with. if the pairing is m/m we also deal with the themes of internalized homophobia and coming to terms with one’s identity.

*bioshock 1, 2 & infinite: brigid tenbenbaum, andrew ryan, frank frontaine & eleanor lamb, sofia lamb & booker dewitt

**marvel cinematic universe: tony stark, steve rogers

***greater marvel universe: logan howlett, carol danvers ****random plot: we do a crossover and we ship sharon carter/carol danvers. i just. uuugh i have a lot of feelings about them and i have hella muse for these babes. lemme know if you’re down to give this a shot i will love you forever no word of a lie.

but honestly where my heart lies is within oc rp. here are a few plots i have of mine, stars denote how much i’m craving them:

****(m/m) power & politics: my oc is a prestigious state senator, who lives a double life. he is currently in the closet with no intent on leaving it anytime soon. however, a certain someone falls into his life, making him question what he thought he knew for certain. your oc breaks down the walls my oc has put up and changes him into a softer, better man. however, with an upcoming presidential campaign on the horizon for my oc, the limits of the secret relationship will be pushed and pulled beyond what both parties have ‘signed up for.‘

****(m/m) the guardian: your oc is a newcomer to the nhl but is quickly making waves- think connor mcdavid style. he’s young and impressive, but mostly, impressionable. he starts to get battered around by both his teammates and opposing teams. after a few hard hits and fowl play within the game that have cost your oc bench and recovery time, the team’s coach calls in reinforcements to boost the team’s morale and serve as a protector to your oc. my oc is a player who hasn’t got the talent part but has got a huge heart. not to mention… huge hands. good for makin’ fists. good for fightin’. my oc protects your oc during the games, coming to your oc’s aid, picking fights for your oc and protecting him on the ice. as such, the two players grow attached to one another.. perhaps too attached for the captain to be comfortable with. possibilities for a love triangle and other complications, for sure

***(m/m) too good to be true: our ocs start out in the whl, both as promising wingers. their good chemistry is vital to bringing back their team’s success. however, one of our ocs starts to get too attached to the other, and when an nhl draft separates them, one of our ocs is all too eager to cut contact and try to forget. the two excel in their nhl careers without one another, and end up on nhl teams with a history of deep rivalry. occasionally, the gloves hit the ice, fueled by the tension of unresolved feelings and the pressure of the respective teams to keep up the rivalry. the two are reunited when they are both chosen to play nationally for the same team, and are forced to reconcile what they have both buried so deeply within them.

***(m/m) big money: these two ocs play for rival teams in the nhl. while their teams have a history of tension, our two ocs take it to the next level. audiences are more excited to watch these two fight than they are to watch the game itself. there’s a market in the violence between these two, and a reputation to maintain on both ends. if the public found out that these two were secretly seeing one another, their careers would both be over.

**** (m/m) sugar daddy: my oc is a law student studying in your oc's country in order to get their degree abroad. they're from eastern europe and uh. broke af. they settle into an arrangement with your oc where your oc agrees to ~pay him for his company after they meet while my oc does camming online to make ends meet. we could take it anywhere- your oc could whisk mine off his feet and 'save' him or. be toxic & trashy and make my oc's life hell.

okay and, here are just some general prompts that could be intertwined with the plots above, or could be something we use to springboard into our own rp:

my oc has serious commitment issues. they often go around ‘ghosting’ individuals after 4-5 dates, with little to no explanation of why. your oc falls for mine, and is the first to confront my oc about their shitty habits.

your oc and my oc were best friends, but they lost touch over a stupid fight they had when they were preteens. they can’t believe that they’re seeing one another in a bar, halfway across the world from where they met.

your oc and my oc were flames. my oc proposed to yours, but yours turned them down. they never spoke again… until they were sharing a crammed elevator, with my oc being completely intoxicated, and still confessing their feelings for your oc.

your oc is a huge fan of my oc’s nhl career/political career. your oc wins a contest to meet and have dinner with my oc. while my oc expects a boring night out, my oc is completely surprised by how well they hit it off with your oc.

my oc, your first oc and your second oc all grew up together. your first oc has always been pining for my oc’s attention, and is thrilled when my oc and your first oc finally get together. they develop a long term relationship, but my oc knows it would devastate your first oc if they told them that they have been seeing your second oc for most of the relationship.

i recognize that a lot of these focus on the nhl/the lives of professional hockey players- please don’t be worried about hockey knowledge/nhl jargon/whatever else goes through your head! i’m more interested in sport as a realm for drama than i am for following the rulebook and being 100% accurate to life when it comes to hockey. there’s a lot i don’t know and am still needing to learn, myself! if you know a lot, great!! if you don’t, let’s figure things out together! as for general oc ideas, here’s a list:

professor x student

veteran x civillian

cop x criminal

psychiatrist x patient

** OC superheroes (I have a lot of muse for this one!)

street racing, fast-and-furious-esque setting

rival gangs

** nhl/hockey based (lol obviously)

small town canadiana or americana

fun, fluffy romance based modern settings

darker themes such as addiction, abuse, etc - i find it cathartic sometimes to write about violent material buuuut this has to be really fleshed out between us

historical setting- preferably, the second world war/1940s-1960s

light worldbuilding - new to this but wanting to learn

honestly whatever you can pitch to me that isn’t high fantasy :)

i can expand on and work with any of these ideas, these are just like, topics. whatever i do with you, i promise it’ll be fleshed out, with tons of opportunity for drama.

hell yeah let’s do this pal

if any, and i mean any, of this piqued your fancy, pleaaaase shoot me an email at

↳ [email protected] !

i will respond! but please send me something thoughtful! i’d like to hear what part of my ad that you’re interested in/why you chose to contact me. i am most wanting to rp over email and talk over google hangouts but i can be open to skype, too. i sure look forward to hearing from you! ♥

emmy

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itsanerdlife · 7 years

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Tea Party For 9

Pairing: The Men of The Avengers x Steve Rogers Daughter Sarah Rogers

Warning: This is ridiculous and well I think I’m funny sorry if you don’t. Haha

When Sarah wants a tea party, she manages to get her way with Uncle Tony’s help. She doesn’t hear the word no when it comes to her uncles, not a single one is willing to tell her no, even if that means being forced into Dress Up attire and using their manners. As long as it stays between the nine of them only.

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“Are you sure about this?” You sigh leaning against the wall as you watch your daughter run from her uncle Clint who was chasing her down for of course stealing one of his French fries, her little legs going as quick as they could.

“Of course. We won’t damage her, I mean she’s made it this far.” Your husband Steve laughs, you roll your eyes at him.

“She’s at a very impressionable age right now.” You laugh as she does the zombie walk she picked up from Uncle Sam. “Last time I came home and she raving about Tammy Brady.” You give him a look, he flushes.

“It was supposed to be Tom Brady.” He shrugs. “But this time, it’ll be good, we’ll snack, watching approved movies, maybe go for a swim.” He tucks your hair behind your ear grinning at you.

“Fine, but floaties and put a swimmy pull up on her.” You sigh pushing off the wall before you catch your daughter scooping her up, she giggles warming everything inside you.

“Momma.” She squeals as you place her on the couch, squatting down in front of her grabbing her little feet.

“Alright Miss Sarah, momma and your aunts are going to go out for a while, I’ll be back before dinner. Are you going to be a good girl for your dad and uncles?” You grin at her as she nods. “Promise?” You stick out your pinky for her, she wraps her little pinky around yours nodding again.

“We have tea party?” She asks excitedly.

“Oh baby, maybe tomorrow?” You smooth back her hair. Sarah rolls her eyes, sighing loudly.

“No momma.” You look at her confused. “Not you.” You draws out the u as she falls back onto the couch in a dramatic flail. You look over at Steve giving him a ‘she gets this from you’ look, the team had gathered around, Steve shrugs.

“Tell me Miss.” You sigh trying to not laugh at her.

“Daddy and uncles.” She waves her hand towards them still laying on the couch.

“Oh well miss I’m not sure they will have the time.” You sigh feeling as if you were letting down your daughter.

“A tea party huh?” Tony jumps in, parting through the team coming towards Sarah who lifts her head from the couch looking at him, nodding excitedly. “Like with tea and cakes and little sandwiches?” He grins at her.

“Yeah!” She sits up with a burst of energy, you lean back startled.

“Then miss you shall come with me, lets pick out your goodies.” He puts out his arms as Sarah climbs the arm of the couch before she leaps into his waiting arms, they turn and head for the elevator.

“Tony, not a lot of sugar!” You call after the two.

“Shh, you’re not here!” He waves a hand dismissingly at you.

“Yeah!” Sarah chirp’s bubbly.

“Bye Miss.” You call to Sarah, who turns in Tony’s arms waving and blowing you a kiss.

“Dress up!” Sarah squeals clapping her hands.

“Be ready in two hours’ gentleman!” Tony waves as they step on to the elevator. You and Steve exchange a look, Buck shakes his head, Clint is chuckling, and Sam looks confused.

“Did she say dress up?” Sam asks looking around.

“I think her pink feather boa will look lovely on you.” Nat runs a finger down his cheek giving a wicked grin, he swats at her hand.

“Crap she’s going to want to sticker my arm again.” Buck sighs, looking down at his metal arm.

“Meant for destruction, became a little girl’s sticker book.” Steve snickers, Buck shakes his head.

“Is this tea?” Sam sniffs the cup.

“Fruity, more like juice I figured she didn’t really drink tea.” Tony picks up his own tea cup.

“Speaking of fruity, how’s anyone else feeling right about now.” Pietro asks looking around the tea party table.

They were all dressed in something, many somethings from Sarah’s very large dress up closet. Tony was sporting a purple and pink boa, a tan sun hat, large yellow sunglasses, and fake large, gold earrings with dangling green gems. Sam had been forces into a large black hat with white feathers, a yellow boa, and Sarah and managed to stick several large, fake rings on his fingers. Pietro was swatting at the feathers on the extra fluffy green boa around his neck, he had on large gold earrings with pink gems in the center, and oversized black sunglasses.

Vision had a large black boa wrapped around his neck, large silver earrings that dangled with pinks gems in them attached to his ears. Clint was wearing a scarf wrapped around his head like Rambo which Sarah did not approve of she kept giving him a dirty look, he had on Mardi Gras beaded necklaces, and several rings shoved on his fingers. Bruce had on a pink boa, large sunglasses in a purple color, with a large white floppy hat.

Buck was a little worse off than the others, He had a scarf wrapped around his head tied under his chin, large black sunglasses with rhinestones on the edges, and a large handful of Mardi Gras beaded necklaces as well that clinked against his metal arm that was once again decorated in princess stickers. Steve had a red boa and white boa draped around his neck, a lovely wide brimmed hat in a pink color sat on his head, several rings shoved on his fingers as well, and lovely large, silver earrings with yellow gems in the centers clipped to his ears.

“I feel like this is something I’ve seen my mother wear.” Sam sighs sipping his tea.

“I’m pretty sure that’s a look from the 40’s Buck’s got there.” Clint laughs as the table looks at him, delicately eating a macaroon.

“Really Barnes?” Sam raises his eyebrow at him.

“They’re really good.” Buck shrugs. “Who would have thought cute cookies would be so good.” He nibbles on the cookie once more.

“You are wrapped around her finger.” Bruce laughs.

“Coming from the man that couldn’t say no to the little blonde when she asked you to her tea party and to dress up with her.” Steve snorts.

“She does not ask, she demands.” Sam laughs defending Bruce, as he picks up a tiny sandwich looking it over before stuffing it into his mouth.

“Ahhhhh!” Sarah points her finger at him. “Manners.” She smiles pushing up her sunglasses that were slipping off her face, her purple hat flopping around her head, the white boa wrapped around her little neck the feathers sticking to her face, her purple Rapunzel dress underneath.

“Yes, Manners please.” Steve nods at them his eyebrows raised as he sips his tea, pinky out.

“I do not understand the need for fake tea parties.” Vison looks around.

“It’s a mile stone, little girls love tea parties.” Tony grins at Sarah who was babbling to herself as she picked out a little sandwich putting it on her plate, before sitting down smoothing out her dress and pushing up her glasses. “Besides she is my niece I’m supposed to spoil her, and join her imagination.” Tony grins.

“I’ll drink tea, play her games, watch her movies, and even eat with manners, but I’m not sure about this dress up thing.” Sam pulls on the boa around his neck.

“I dare you to try taking it off. Bet she comes over this table in a way that will remind you of her mother.” Buck and Steve laugh.

“I don’t doubt that.” Sam raises his eyebrows before looking at Sarah who was eating her tea sandwich quietly enjoying her tea party. “She’s lucky she’s cute.” He grumbles picking up one of the girly looking cookies.

“Tea?” Sarah perks up.

“Oh please.” Tony holds out his cup, Sarah and Steve pick the tea pot up together filling Tony’s cup.

“May I have more?” Clint asks sweetly holding out his cup, Sarah gives his scarf a dirty look but fills his cup as well.

“My I say Miss Sarah you throw a lovely tea party.” Bruce grins at her, she lights up giddy as she sits in her chair.

“Tank you.” She grins completely flattered.

The elevator dings, signaling someone had arrived, the men all exchange a look as the three women walk into the kitchen stopping in their tracks at the site in the living room, sitting around Sarah’s tea party table.

“Oh My God.” Wanda breathes her face lighting up.

“I’ve never been so happy.” Nat presses her hand to her heart a wicked grin spreading across her lips.

“I’m sorry we must have the wrong apartment. So sorry to interrupt your tea party ladies.” You raise your eyebrows at them, several shift awkwardly. Sarah claps picking up her sandwich and taking a bite, Tony is the only one who doesn’t look uncomfortable he leans back in his chair, legs crossed, completely comfortable in Sarah’s dress up accessories, he flamboyantly flips the boa around his neck as he sips from his tea cup.

“Please tell me someone is getting pictures of this.” You hiss at Nat and Wanda.

“Already going.” Nat’s phone stick slightly out of her pocket.

“So miss got her tea party I see.” You walk over towards the party fighting a grin. “You all make very, very pretty women.” You struggle to not laugh.

“Hey she doesn’t ask she demands.” Sam points at Sarah who smiles at him. “She’s as bad as her mother.” He shakes his head.

“I’m printing these right away.” Nat snickers suddenly the whole table looks up at Nat, phone in hand snapping away, the men jump up pulling at the dress up accessories quickly, only Tony stays put looking fabulous and content.

“Oh, I need copies.” Wanda and Nat are gasping for breath as the group straightens up.

“Beer?” Clint asks looking around.

“And guns.” Sam grunts trying to be ‘manly’, there is an all around agreement before they turn thanking Sarah for a lovely tea party and heading for the elevator.

“May we join your tea party?” You ask Sarah, she gestors to an empty chair, you, Nat and Wanda take a seat, each picking up something one of the men left behind. Wanda wraps a boa around her shoulders, Nat finds a hat with feathers, you pick up a scarf and hat.

“Tea?” Sarah perks up.

Oh please.” Nat holds out a cup.

“This is lovely tea miss.” You grin at her putting down the tea cup Steve had abandoned.

“Isn’t it? Try a sandwich.” Tony grins, still in his getup.

“My I say Uncle Tony, you look just marvelous.” You nod, Nat snorts and Wanda chokes on her tea.

“I know, I make this look good.” He nods his hand waving down the length of him.

“Oh, do your uncles love you.” You look at your daughter who nods, her curls dancing around her face.

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