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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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Lazy Sunday

Pairing: dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist!fem reader

Words: ~1.2k

Summary: You and Steve enjoy a morning at home, and you convince him to try something new.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, beard kink, hair pulling kink, slight daddy kink), domestic fluff, cute toddler and dog, these two being all soft and in love, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: So, this just popped into my head and I wrote the whole thing in an hour. I cannot even tell you how much I love these two, and with the holidays coming up we’re gonna get so much stupid fluff over the next few months, I hope you’re ready!

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You bit the pillow hard when Steve swirled his tongue over your clit again, your thighs tightening around his head while every muscle in your body quivered with bliss.

He grinned against you when he heard your muffled whine, giving one of your tits a good snack and laughing a little when you started kicking your heels against his back as another orgasm ripped through you. You sucked in air when he ripped the pillow off your face as he crawled back up your body, purring when he buried his face in your neck and rubbed his stubble covered cheek along your throat.

“God, I love Sunday mornings.” He hummed as he pressed gentle kisses over the column of your throat, his arms winding around you as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Fuck, I gotta wake up the kiddo. Should we make breakfast or go out?”

“I know Sar’s been wanting to try that pumpkin pancake recipe we found.” You beamed at him when he rested his forehead against yours, tangling your legs with his as he stretched his body over yours.

“Staying in then.” He gave you a peck on the lips before untangling himself from you with reluctance, grinning at you over his shoulder when you gave him a seat on the ass. “Gimme a couple minutes to wash up and then we can get her.”

“I’ve got it.” You grabbed some leggings and one of Steve’s college sweatshirts from your designated drawer, pulling them on and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading into the hall. “Take your time, I think I can handle breakfast.”

Steve just grinned after you when you closer the door to the bedroom behind you, his heart feeling unbelievably full and warm as he thought about just how goddamn perfect you were.

Then he walked into the kitchen when he was done, and his knees almost buckled. Sarah was standing on a chair beside you and covered in flour as you worked on flipping the pancakes that were on the griddle, Molly trying to shove her head in between the counter and the toddler to try to steal a treat. She started giggling when you bent to nibble on her nose, slapping at you playfully until you pulled back with a wide grin. You hadn’t even noticed him yet.

“What d’you think, bug?” Fuck, he loved that she let you call her that, usually she’d only allow it from him. “Chocolate chips or bananas?”

“Both!” Sarah squealed when you pressed a kiss to the top of her head, hefting the bag of chocolate chips and thrusting it at you.

“Both?! Ok.” You grinned when she wrapped her chubby little arms around you in a bear hug, popping a piece of banana in her mouth when she opened it expectantly.

“What are my two best girls up to?” Steve’s face split in a grin when Sarah let out a surprised squeal, you just giving him a quick wink as you started dishing up the pancakes.

“Daddy!” She let you help her off the chair and toddled towards him, laughing when he tossed her into the air before settling her on his hip as Molly loped after her and accepted Steve ruffling her ears.

“You make all these, bug?” Steve got her settled in her booster seat and strapped her in, grabbing the plate you handed him and working at cutting them up after he made sure she got a good look at the smiley face you had made on top of the stack.

“Yeah.” She started shoveling pieces into her mouth once Steve finished cutting them up, making happy little noises as she ate. “Y/N helped. Daddy, eat!”

“I will, don’t worry.” He kissed her forehead before moving to the counter to get his own pancakes, resting his hand against the small of your back as he leaned close and nuzzled into your hair. “Were you a big help, doll?”

“Such a big help, Daddy.” You beamed when he groaned at you calling him that, turning your head to meet his eyes as he cleared his throat to try to collect himself. “You like that, huh?”

“Maybe.” He growled low in your ear so only you could hear him, pressing his body into yours and moaning when your hand trailed over his side. “Dirty girl.”

“Eeeewwwww!” Sarah scrunched up her face with disgust when Steve pressed his lips to yours, shaking her head when you disconnected and started moving to sit at the table with her. “No kissing.”

“Sorry, bug.” Steve grinned at her when you sat down, stealing a piece of banana off her plate and laughing at her indignant huff.

“You shaved.” You pouted a little when Steve turned back to you once Sarah settled back into her breakfast, taking a bite of pancake and rubbing his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to have to use the clippers before work tomorrow.” He kissed your palm then turned to face you, chewing his lip as he saw you slightly petulant expression. “Is that a problem?”

“Not really.” You crossed your legs and shrugged a little as he gazed at you, batting your eyes at him and biting your lip teasingly. “Just, it feels really good during certain… activities.”

“Oh?” He had noticed you being more prone to almost suffocating him as he developed some scruff, but he hadn’t even thought about why that might be. “You like a little bit of a burn, doll?”

“I think I do.” You murmured when he leaned closer to you as the dog distracted Sarah, his hand squeezing your thigh and almost making you moan as you thought about things. “Maybe grow your hair out a little too, something I can grab onto for extra leverage.”

“Ahem, yeah, yeah I can definitely do that.” Steve turned back to Sarah when she babbled at him, grinning when you wound your fingers through his and leaned on his shoulder. “What d’you think, bug? Should I grow a beard?”

“Yeah!” She clapped excitedly at the announcement, Molly barking along when she saw how happy her friend was as you and Steve laughed softly. “Santa Daddy!”

“You think so?” Steve laughed harder when she nodded enthusiastically, turning to you and almost guffawing when he got a look at the very intrigued expression on your face. “Seriously?”

“Don’t judge me, Steven!” You slapped his shoulder when he bent to give you a playful kiss on the cheek, muttering to yourself under your breath as you started eating your breakfast again. “Like it’s my fault you’d be a sexy as fuck Santa.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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The Bachelor Disaster

Part I/II

Pairing: dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist fem!reader, almost bratty slut!Bucky Barnes x soft dom!Thor Odinson

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Bucky gets cockblocked.

Warnings: explicit language, almost explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, public sex), slutty Bucky makes dumb decisions, mentions of pregnancy and labor, 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Alright, I hadn’t originally planned on this being a two parter, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to transition between the two big scenes, so I figured I’d cut the transition out and just give you the good stuff!! Hopefully my muse wakes up a little more and I can give you guys part 2 and a wedding before Tuesday 😘

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“Shut the fuck up, Wilson!” Steve smacked his friend on the shoulder when he booed at him as he dug his phone out of the bin, flipping the rest of the assholes off when they kept hooting good natured insults at him as he wandered away from the table on drunken legs. “I’m not pussy whipped, I’m considerate!”

“Whatever, think you just miss the sound of her voice, lover boy.” Sam grinned and caught the napkin Steve chucked at his head, making kissy noises at the blonde’s back while he wandered away to call you. “Hurry the fuck up, it’s your bachelor party, wanna hit that cigar lounge before it closes!”

Steve didn’t even get a chance to throw a retort back at him before his phone was ringing in his hand, a lopsided grin spreading his lips wide when your face flashed on his screen, finding a secluded and relatively quiet corner to take your call and try to not sound too drunk.

“Baby!” He failed at not sounding drunk, speaking far louder than was necessary but unable to care because he was so happy to hear from you. “I miss you!”

“Oh, Stevie! You sound like you’re having such a good time.” Something in your voice was making him confused, you sounded a little stressed. “Why haven’t any of you been answering your phones?”

“Bucky made a no phones rule for the night, I only picked up because he disappeared somewhere.” He felt himself sobering up as he listened to your voice, something was wrong. “Doll, what is it? Did something happen? Is Sarah ok?”

“Baby, no, don’t worry, everything is fine, sort of.” There was some sort of commotion in the background and your voice was muffled for a second until you came back to him. “Becca’s in labor.”

“What? Oh my god, the twins! Connor’s gonna lose his… shit!” Steve was feeling too many emotions at once, horror finally taking over when he remembered where he was. “Fuuuuuuck, we’re in Toronto.”

“What the fuck are you doing in Toronto?!” Steve could hear someone (he was pretty sure it was Winnie) screech ‘Toronto?’ in the background and he winced. “Steve, you were supposed to stay in the city.”

“Shit, someone mentioned they wanted dim sum and sake and Buck was right there with a recommendation for the best sake place he’d ever been. Yeah, it was Thor.” Steve started rushing back to the group in a frenzy. “Oh my god, they’re going to kill him.”

“There’s a line, you would not believe the looks I started getting when I mentioned Toronto.” At least you sounded amused, chuckling softly while someone with you ranted incoherently. “I think Winnie is calling her son an idiot in several different languages.”

“He is an idiot, a slutty moron.” Steve ignored his friends’ questions as he dug through the phones and chucked Connor’s phone at the man. “Baby, I’ve gotta get these assholes to move, I have to go, I love you so much. Try to talk down the Bucky kill squad, ok? Connor, your wife’s having your babies, get your ass in gear.”

“What?! Goddamn it, I knew we should’ve stayed in New York! Why do I listen to that dumbass?”

“I don’t know, where is the idiot?” Steve looked around as everyone started frantically packing up. “Shit, Thor’s gone too. Where’s the bathroom?”

It didn’t take him long to find it, slamming the door open and sighing indulgently when he walked in to find Bucky on his knees at Thor’s feet with an enraptured look on his face. A look that fell to an annoyed snarl when he spotted Steve out of the corner of his eye while he reached to start undoing Thor’s belt.

“Get the fuck out of here, Rogers, we’re celebrating.” He rubbed his face into Thor’s bulge and groaned at the scent of him, feeling like he was about to melt into the floor when the blonde ran his fingers through his hair and cooed at him.

“Hello Steven.” Thor gave Steve a very pleased grin as Bucky kept mouthing at the outline of his cock through his pants, shushing the brunette when he tried to get Thor to pay attention to him again. “James here was a little insistent, just loves love.”

“Yeah, I’m happy for you, but we have to go.” Steve chuckled when Bucky growled at him and shot him a venomous glare, striding forward to start the task of pulling the two of them apart. “Buck, your sisters having the babies, we have to leave now.”

“What?!” Bucky froze and gazed at Steve with wide eyes, spluttering uselessly while Thor did up his pants in a rush and the two of them dragged the stunned man to his feet. “But she’s not due for another two weeks!”

“I’m sure she’ll appreciate you explaining that to her once we get there.” Steve and Thor dragged the poor man out of the bathroom while he still kept spluttering hopelessly. “Please let me me there when you try to justify this to her and your mother.”

“Oh my god, my mother!” Bucky sucked in a harsh breath and dug in his heels once they got him outside, shaking his head with a horrified look on his face as Steve frowned at him and Thor held open the back door to the car. “Steve, they’re going to kill me! Maybe I should just stay here.”

“No, you’re not going to miss the birth of your nephews just because every woman in your life wants to hurt you a little bit right now.” Steve finally shoved him into the car and they took off, Bucky pouting to himself as the two blondes just grinned at each other. “Your jet gonna be able to meet us at the airport, Odinson?”

“Yes, and I believe Samuel is arranging for a police escort from La Guardia, so with any luck we should be at the hospital within three hours.” Thor grinned when Bucky let out a sullen huff as he leaned on him, winking at Steve when he rolled his eyes before turning to nuzzle into Bucky’s hair. “That’s enough pouting, James, you know I don’t appreciate brats. You’re going to meet your nephews soon, cheer up.”

“No, I’m so happy I’m gonna meet those little dudes and Becca’s gonna be such a good mom.” Bucky relaxed a little when Thor pressed his lips to his temple, giving Steve a small, slightly goofy smile when the giant bit at his ear before it fell into another whine. “I was just so fucking close!”

“Oh my god, do not complain about getting cockblocked by your sister going into labor, they already want your head on a pike.” Steve shook his head and dragged Bucky off Thor once they arrived at the airport.

“We’ll get another chance, love, don’t worry.” Thor cooed at Bucky when he started pouting again as they boarded the plane, grinning at the rest of their friends before pulling the stairs back up and letting the pilot know they were ready to go. “Just worry about apologizing to your mother and sister so they don’t actually kill you.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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The Bachelor Disaster

Part II/II

Pairing: dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist fem!reader, implied slutty!Bucky Barnes x soft!dom Thor Odinson

Words: ~1.3k

Summary: The boys make it to the hospital just in time.

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of attempted public sex, Bucky still making bad decisions but he’s cute so we forgive, everyone loves Thor, kink activation for Steve, 18+ ONLY!!!

A/U: Only a little late but I did it!! Just had a few scenes I had to get out before the wedding and the very eventful wedding night 😘

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They managed to make it to the hospital in just under two hours, this in spite of Bucky trying to repeatedly drag Thor to the plane’s bathroom so they could finish what they had started even with everyone scolding him nonstop about how his being a slut was going to end up getting him killed and the giant blonde telling him that if he couldn’t get ahold of himself he was going to spank him in front of all of their friends.

But now Steve was dragging him through the maternity ward’s waiting room while Connor sprinted ahead of all of them once they finally found out what room Becca was in, ignoring his best friend’s pleas to protect him from whatever punishment his mother was going to inflict on him. Bucky almost made a run for it when Winnie came storming out after Connor made his way back to the delivery room, but then Steve spotted you sitting across the lobby and shoved Bucky at his mother without thought when you smiled at him.

“Toronto? Toronto?!” Winnie grabbed Bucky’s ear and yanked when he tried to back away as he struggled to stammer out an explanation. “I sure hope whoever you were trying to get under was worth me and your sister wanting to kill you.”

“Ah, Mrs. Barnes, I’m afraid I’m to blame for this whole mess.” Winnie froze when Thor wandered up to them and gave her a very charming smile, squeaking when he clasped her free hand in his and squeezed it warmly. “I’m the one who flew everyone to Canada on a whim with just the barest suggestion from James here, I feel truly terrible. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you. Congratulations on your grandchildren. I will talk to you later, James.”

Both Winnie and Bucky watched Thor in silence as he sauntered away after kissing Bucky’s hair, her hold on Bucky’s ear not relaxing until he let out a pained whine and they both came back to themselves.

“He’s… very handsome.” Winnie frowned at Bucky when he just gave her a sheepish grin. “Oh for… just go see your sister, always an idiot for a pretty smile.”

Steve chuckled as he watched Winnie shove Buck back towards the delivery room, winding his arms around you and purring when you rose on your toes to kiss his cheek.

“Hi Stevie.” You hummed when he wound his arms around you and bent to bury his face in your neck. “Sorry your party got ruined.”

“It’s ok, doll, missed you.” He rubbed his nose over yours and grinned when you let out a squeak as he squeezed you. “How was your party?”

“The spa was amazing, thank god Becca didn’t go into labor until we were done.” You sighed into his mouth when he brushed his lips over yours. “I think she might have died if her water broke on the massage chair while she was getting a pedicure.”

“Well, I’m sorry your weekend of relaxation got derailed.” Steve couldn’t stop humming happily into your mouth as he kept his lips slotted against yours, his big arms squeezing you tight and his face split in a warm grin as you kept your eyes fixed on his. “But all the changes are kinda exciting. Beck’s gonna be a mom, Bucky’s gonna be an uncle, and you… you, doll, you’re gonna be my wife. In two days, I’m gonna marry you.”

“Is it weird that the most surprising out of all of those is that Bucky’s gonna be an uncle?” You giggled when he shook his head and kissed you again. “Can’t wait to marry you, Stevie.”

He was about to mirror the sentiment when Bucky burst into the waiting area looking both ecstatic and nauseated, whooping excitedly and sprinting towards you and Steve before jumping into Steve’s arms.

“Holy shit, I’m a fucking uncle!” You laughed when Bucky let Steve sweep him off his feet and swing him around, the brunette beaming at you and scrunching up his nose while Steve kissed his cheeks. “Fuck me, this is a lot of responsibility, I dunno if I’m ready for it. Jesus, I might throw up.”

“Do not throw up on me Barnes.” Steve set Bucky down and kissed the top of his head, grinning when his friend wobbled a little bit. “You’re gonna do fine. How’s Becks?”

“Well, the good news is that the drugs and the fact that she just popped out two tiny people made her forget how much she should want to kill me.” Bucky ran a hand through his hair and shrugged, his eyes roaming over the lobby aimlessly like he wasn’t looking for some blonde giant to celebrate with. “Becca asked for you, gorgeous, said you were her rock tonight so she wants you and that dumb blonde you’re marrying… what?” Bucky gave Steve a look of innocence when he swatted his shoulder. “She said it, not me. Anyway, she wants you to meet the little dudes first.”

“Really?” Bucky winked and nodded at you, giving Steve one more squeeze before letting him go as they watched you head back to the delivery room.

“Where’s Thor?”

“Christ, you’re not gonna fuck him in a hospital after your sister just gave birth to your nephews.” Steve shook his head when Bucky gave a nervous titter and tried to scurry away. “It’s not gonna happen, the man is trying to make a good impression on your family for some reason, quit being a slut. Why don’t you go think about changing your first dirty diaper?”

Steve laughed when he watched all the blood drain from Bucky’s face, rushing to follow after you and washing his hands before heading to Becca’s room. He had thought he was fully prepared for whatever was going to be waiting for him, but then he walked through the door and he felt like he’d been hit in the gut with a brick.

“Hi baby, this is Asher .” You grinned at Steve while he just stood in the door blinking at you, bouncing the baby in your arms with a huge grin on your face and nodding toward the little bundle that was in the tiny bed in front of you. “And that’s Nathan. Why don’t you come say hi?”

The sight of you with a brand new baby in your arms was sending him reeling. He’d definitely felt something like this before, every time you held Sarah or made her laugh or all three of you snuggled under a blanket while you watched a movie, for some reason he just ended up almost driving you through the headboard once Sarah finally fell asleep.

But that was nothing compared to what he felt right now.

A baby… a fucking baby. You… with a baby. His brain wasn’t able to function properly with the visual it was presented with, all he could think of was you with his baby, a baby that the two of you made together, and exactly how you would look while the two of you made that baby, your sweat soaked body pinned underneath his while he drove into you deep and swallowed every desperate noise you made while he filled your sweet little pussy over and over and over again until it took.

He was going to pass out.

“Steve?” You were giving him a curious look as you continued bouncing little Asher, smiling when he finally managed to come back to himself a bit and let out a small grunt of acknowledgement. “Come hold this baby, Stevie. Almost makes you want one, huh?”

He almost choked on his tongue, managing to pass it off as a chuckle at your joke (or maybe not a joke, god he hoped it wasn’t). Shit, he needed to get you off your birth control.

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Natalie, you talented talented soul ✨ the happiest of birthdays to you and congrats on the milestone ✨

I am completely obsessed with dilf!Steve because, well, can you blame me? 🥴

Soooo, I was wondering what would happen if they had their first fight? I can't imagine that it would ever be something drastic, maybe they both had a bad day and things just bubbled up a bit. But the make up sex? Or the angry sex? I would like to know your thoughts 👀

Love you, love your work, so thankful for everything you do 🧡

Zoey!!! I totally get the obsession with dilf!Steve, he’s such a menace and life ruiner.

And I hate the thought of these two fighting, but they’re so good, they would get over it fast. They’re definitely not the go to bed mad types.

Warning for some very minor angst, fluff, soft smut. And this got away from me a bit, but I blame them, they’re too good!

You cursed when your hand slipped on the wrench, the metal opening a gash across your palm as you cracked your head on the pipe when you tried to sit up.

This was so stupid, you just wanted to take a fucking shower but your damn water heater decided to crap out on you. You hated to run to Steve for little things like this, but you’d had the worst fucking day and if you kept trying to get this thing to cooperate with you, you were going to start screaming.

Steve looked a little strung out himself when he answered the door, not even noticing the bloody towel wrapped around your hand as he moved out of the way for you to come inside.

“What?” He ran a hand over his face as he closed the door behind you.

“Christ, Steve, what a greeting.” You followed him to the kitchen as he let out a deep sigh. “My water heater is out and I’m not having any luck. Would you mind taking a look before I call about getting it replaced?”

“Fuck, Y/N, I don’t have time for this shit.” He growled as he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest and screwing his eyes closed with exasperation. “Sarah decided to throw a massive tantrum before Sharon picked her up, and now there’s some problem with the kiln at the school. I can’t deal with your problems too.”

“Ok, that’s fine.” You shrugged as you moved to the sink to rinse your hand off, you were ok taking care of it on your own, it’s not like you hadn’t before. Steve just always told you he wanted to help you with stuff like this before some asshole tried to rip you off. “Can I at least use your shower?”

“I mean, you come over here, out of the blue.” He kept talking like he hadn’t even heard you, rubbing his fingers into his eyes like he was having trouble looking at you at this point. “Just always fucking want something from me, like I don’t have enough of my own problems.”

“Steve, are you fucking kidding me?” You frowned at him and wrapped a clean towel around your hand. “I just said I’d could handle it, I thought maybe my boyfriend might want to help me out, though.”

“Sorry I don’t feel like dealing with you being so fucking needy today.” He still hadn’t looked at you, or he would have stopped immediately when he saw the way your bottom lip had started to tremble.

“Fuck you Steve.” You were already having a shitty day, you didn’t need to add your typical sweetheart of a man being a massive douche on top of everything.

His gaze snapped to you when he heard how small and broken your voice sounded, catching a glimpse of tears shining on your cheeks before you were storming out of his house. A sharp pang of guilt shot through him and he cursed himself under his breath before running after you, leaving his front door wide open and catching you right before you ripped open the gate to his front yard.

“Baby… baby wait.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him, hissing at the way your eyes were brimming with tears and pressing his chest to yours when you let out a tiny sniffle. “Damn it, I’m a fucking asshole.”

“Yeah, a massive asshole.” You couldn’t stop yourself from nuzzling into his chest, his warm scent calming you even though you were still pissed at him.

“I’m so sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He tried not to snort when you shot him a look that told him you already knew that, brushing the tears off your cheeks with his thumb while he rested his forehead against yours. “The kiddo was a terror for the past 24 hours, I haven’t gotten any sleep and I had to deal with some uptight parents who did not like some of the Renaissance paintings I’ve been going over with the future artists club. You’re the only thing I’ve been looking forward to for the past two days, and then I fucking blew it.”

“I mean, you haven’t totally blown it.” You hummed when he started pressing kisses all over your face, melting into him as he wound an arm around your waist. “Though I am still pissed at you.”

“You should be, I was a dick.” He nipped at the curve of your jaw as his hands slid to your hips. “Think I can make it up to you, though.”

��Steve… Steve! Not in the yard!” You squealed when he grabbed your ass and lifted you so he could suck on your nipples through your shirt, waving nervously at your elderly neighbor who was walking past and giving you a shake of her head with a mischievous grin. “Hi Mrs. Milanovich! In the house, Steven.”

“Fine.” He grinned and slapped your ass when you shrieked as he tossed you over his shoulder, nipping at the backs of your thighs and rushing back inside so he could finally lose himself in you.

You laughed when he dropped you on the couch as soon as the two of you were inside, climbing on top of you and trailing his hands over your sides as he gave you an apologetic smile.

“C’mere.” He curled over you and pressed his lips to yours, giving you one of this deep, slow kisses he was so fucking good at that made thinking of anything pretty much impossible. “I’m sorry.”

He kept murmuring sorry as he started kissing his way down your torso, rucking your shirt up over your breasts and licking and sucking at each of your nipples until you were squirming and whining underneath him. You lifted your hips when he got your jeans undone, moaning once he slid them and your panties off and pulled your knees over his shoulders.

One more muttered sorry against your hip and he was diving in, pulling apart the soft petals of your sex and dragging his tongue over the cut of you as he let out a greedy moan. He licked another heavy stripe along your folds and slowed down agonizingly when he reached your clit, flexing the thick muscle and making you whine when your clit throbbed against him.

You arched your back when he kept massaging your swollen bud with the flat of his tongue, squeezing your thighs around his head and purring at the feeling of his developing scruff scraping at your soft skin. Steve growled into your cunt when he felt your legs tightening against his ears, pressing himself further into you and sliding his tongue inside your clenching hole and digging his fingers into your hips as your slick soaked the lower half of his face.

A wave of pleasure hit you suddenly when his lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked hard, every muscle in your body tightening and releasing violently as you let out a sharp cry. He swallowed greedily as your release flooded his mouth, his eyes fluttering with bliss at your sweet taste while you breathed raggedly.

“Oh… oh fuck.” You ran your fingers through his longer hair as you came down, beaming at him as he sucked a soft bruise against the inside of your thigh. “Alright, you’re forgiven.”

“Mm, love you so much pretty girl.” He kissed your palm gently when you cupped his cheek, winking at you before rubbing his nose over your sex again. “I’m not done apologizing though.”

Come join my 6k/birthday/anniversary sleepover!

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Is there any way we can get a quick little bullet point background on our girls (Ninja, Khaleesi, and Kitten)? Like their backstories, exes, etc (at least stuff that won’t spoil future fics 😉)

Oh, yes!!! I love this!! I’m gonna throw dilf!Steve’s tattoo artist in as well, because I need the fluff after what those other nonnies did to me. This got a little away from me but whatever.

Ninja- Went to private school with Ransom but they did not run in the same circles at all. She hated that she had a little bit of a crush on him, and he was such an ass he only noticed her because they were both on the lacrosse teams and sometimes he enjoyed harassing those ladies when they were in their uniforms. She knew she wanted to be a vet pretty much since elementary school, and did some shadowing with the vets Harlan had while she was in the last few years of high school, which is how she met him. And he immediately liked her and how she always asked these insightful questions if she thought of a better way for something to be done, as much as that annoyed the good old boy she was shadowing. He also liked how much his animals immediately took to her in spite of how they were very ambivalent about their regular doctor. He told her to stay in touch when she went to college, and she did, always calling to see how his animals were doing, and giving him all her sympathy when he lost the dog she had when she first met him. She even got her boyfriend at the time to paint him a beautiful portrait of the good boy, which made Harlan love her even more. She went to Cornell for school since they have a good veterinary medicine program, so she was away from Boston for a while. This is where she met her first big ex, Steve. They were big in love, he was super sensitive even while he was going through army training while he got his art history degree, and they got a little apartment together in Brooklyn while they were still undergrads. It’s also where she met her bestie, Anne, who lived in the same building. The problem was Steve was just a little more into her than she was into him, and super intense. It didn’t help that she took his virginity. It came to a head when he got called up for active duty and tried to get her to give up her schooling and marry him. Her parents jumped on that train too, because they loved Steve and thought he was going places in the military and afterwards and they wanted her to hitch onto his success. But she wanted to make her own way and they had a massive blowout where he said some real nasty shit to her that made her decision a lot easier. Then he called her a slut and showed a bunch of her nudes to his unit and she found out about it and cut him out completely.She had another two years left in vet school, so she kept the Brooklyn apartment and her job at the bar while she waited to graduate. Once she was done she stayed in New York for a little over a year doing her residency, and that’s when she met Ari, who was the perfect palate cleanser after the shit show that Steve was. He spoiled her so good, giving her all the good sex and deep talks and supported all of her dreams and life choices. She was still in contact with Harlan at that point though, and he was talking about getting some more animals and wanted her opinions on a bunch of them, and he knew of a doctor who was giving up their practice and offered to give her some seed money to take over it. And since her dream was to have her own clinic, and having a loyal client like Harlan right off the bat would do a lot to get her started, she wanted to jump on the opportunity. And Ari supported her so much, but they both knew that their careers were going to take them in different directions so they decided to call things off. They would still have bonus nights when he was in Boston though.

Since she had Harlan recommending her all over the place her clinic took off, she actually opened a second location and had paid Harlan’s loan (he tried to make it a gift but she refused) within a few years. And once she was comfortably in the black she decided to start her charity, since she had a few classmates who she had lost to the mental health issues that plague a lot of veterinary workers. She met Andy when she was working with another lawyer in his firm to get everything set up. He really loved how ambitious but kinda sweet she was, and they started seeing each other. They lasted like a year before he started to try to push the family angle too, and then she got pregnant and he couldn’t take it when she decided to end the pregnancy and ended up abandoning her to get shit faced which pretty much killed anything they had. She got Fionn after the breakup which she always says is one of the only good things that came from her seeing Andy.

Ransom was tangentially aware of her presence when he’d occasionally see her when she came to attend to one of the animals, usually if she was taking care of one of the horses and sometimes he’d make lewd comments about her in her tight little riding pants that she’d just roll her eyes at. Then after a couple years of that, they got stranded together and we all know what happened next!

Kitten- started off as an independent contractor who was surprisingly good at getting to hard to reach targets, since they all underestimated a pretty thing like her. She managed to get in with the mob after she took out some drug kingpin that no one else had been able to get near. Even though they were still a bunch of good old boys and she has to deal with constant harassment, the serious amounts of cash she’s bringing in make it worth it. Plus they all know not to touch her after she broke some low level asshole’s nose when he shoved his hand up her skirt.

She doesn’t really have exes, since her job means she can’t have a real relationship with a civilian since that would require marrying some moron and popping out a kid or three. Plus, she needs someone she can slap around and who will give it right back to her. Enter Bobby.

Khaleesi- She’s been dancing at the club Jake and the losers frequent for a couple of months, but dancing overall for a while. She actually has training in ballet and tap dancing, but she loves stripping. As far as exes though, she doesn’t have a lot that lasted long terms, since a lot of guys don’t have the confidence to date a sex worker. But I could see her having dated tattoo artist Curtis Everett, who gave her a couple of adorable and kind of slutty nerdy pieces, including my favorite which is an elvish riddle with interesting placement that I’m very excited to write about Jake’s discovery of.

And she’s such a little nerd, she goes to comic con every year, she’s got the nerdy sex toy collection, she has a LotR marathon every few months, and some cute little geeky lingerie pieces that she’s very happy she gets to show it off to someone who appreciates it.

Tattoo Artist (she needs a nickname!)- She grew up on the west coast and has a lot of training and talent in traditional art but she loves tattooing so much. She developed a pretty big following on Instagram and was in such high demand it was easy for her to save up for her own shop. And her dream was to move to the east coast and experience seasons so she did. She’s been in her house for five years, her shop is wildly successful, and she gets to be very picky about what clients she takes. Maybe she also dated Curtis? She definitely dated Hilde.

I will say that she never thought she was gonna be the type who wanted kids or the white picket fence life, but Steve and Sarah made her rethink everything and now she’s very on board with everything. She just wants to have that man knock her up and put a ring on it and take stupid Christmas card photos. And her and Steve are so ducking good together, I’m gonna do a lot more of them being cute little artists together that is gonna make you guys swoon, I can’t stand it!

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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Congratulations 🥳

With dilfSteve and tattooed reader does Sharon become an issue? Not happy with reader being around Sarah and her and Steve getting to close?

She definitely does, the next fic I have planned for them involves some drama with Sharon because these two are getting really serious, and reader shows up to a big event Sarah’s preschool is throwing on Steve’s arm. The other moms are also not the biggest fans of reader since they all liked Steve being single so they didn’t have to feel guilty about fantasy sizing about him. There’s no fights or anything, just a lot of passive aggression, but our girl can handle it 😉

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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juuuust out of curiosity… do you think we would ever get some dilf!steve x tattoo artist!reader x bucky action??? bc i could totally see it happening

I’m not gonna lie, I have considered this a teeny tiny bit. Bucky is a big old slut in this particular AU, so maybe shenanigans could happen…

But, I also love the idea of these two being totally exclusive. Because they are capital L in LOVE with each other, and even though they’re freaky, they love saving all the freaky stuff just for each other.

Plus, my own little head canon, but Bucky and Steve were absolutely fuck buddies in college and probably for a good couple of years after, maybe even overlapping with the start of his relationship with Sharon a little bit. And his relationship with Bucky could have definitely been an additional strain on his relationship with his ex, maybe she used it as excuse for her own infidelities, I haven’t totally decided yet. I do know that after the divorce Bucky definitely was a big comfort in every way for Steve, but that they’re relationship is mostly platonic.

What I can maybe see happening is they all get tipsy at a holiday party and Bucky gets a little fresh with Steve under the mistletoe and reader is way into it (because who wouldn’t be) and maybe that could lead to a one time love fest that they all enjoy but agree can’t be a regular thing because they don’t want to confuse the kiddo.

I may have to write this…

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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Natalie! Congratulations on your follower milestone! You deserve every single follower and more! So for your sleepover, I have a WW?D. I think you may have mentioned it in response to an ask of mine before, and it’s been stuck in my brain!

So WW Tattoo Artist Reader do if Dilf!Steve brought up the idea of bringing Bucky into the bedroom? I know those two are crazy for each other and I love it, but I’m curious to know how she would feel if Steve invited Bucky into their fold? Or if the reader actually brought it up to Steve?

Bella!! I have answered this a little before, but there is a good chance of Bucky joining them as a one time thing.

Steve and Bucky were each other’s firsts, then they were fuck buddies through college and a little after, and after he and Sharon split up, he called his friend up a lot for comfort sex, especially since when he started to try dating again, a lot of the women he tried to date got scared off by what he was hiding under his nice boy exterior. But Bucky is pretty understanding about how much Steve wants to make things work with one special someone, and so he doesn’t get jealous or anything once Steve makes it official with you.

But, when Bucky drinks, he gets very affectionate and handsy, especially with Steve. So what I’m thinking is that at Nat’s Christmas party, where we will also be seeing the teased sexy Santa Steve look, our blonde beefcake might stand under the mistletoe for just a little too long and Bucky can’t stop himself. Then you walk in on your boyfriend trying to wrangle a drunk Bucky who is groping your man unashamedly and kissing all over his neck and thankfully you know about their history and what drunk Bucky is like so you take it all in stride, and maybe the three of you end up sneaking off to the guest bedroom.

Yeah, this is gonna happen. Maybe it’ll be a holiday occurrence, but they’re not gonna be a throuple or anything, that would be way too confusing for Sarah.

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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Not me thinking about dilf! Steve and tattoo artist reader… maybe they have a weekend to themselves, and they partake in temperature play? Maybe a little suspension play? Impact play? I can’t get these two off my mind, and it’s your fault! 😍

But I love it! 😉

Ooh, Bella, love these naughty thots!!

I will say, I cannot really envision these two going full BDSM. They’re kinky and all but they’re suburban kinky. So out of everything you mentioned, the one I can really see them indulging in would be temperature play.

This is especially true if Steve has all his piercings in, which (spoiler!!) include he already super sensitive nipples. So you decide to tease him a little bit. Maybe you just start with making out while you have some ice in your mouth, but when Steve groans at the feeling of the stud in his tongue getting colder you get all kinds of ideas.

You start with holding the ice between your lips as you brush them over his pulse, purring when his breathing starts to grow shallow as the two of your sink further into the couch. He lets out one of those low “fucks” that makes you throb when you first rub the ice over the bar through one of his nipples, his eyes screwing shut and his hips starting to move one their own so he can grind his hardening cock into your stomach.

Because it’s you and Steve, it doesn’t take a whole to get to the point where you’re yanking his sweats down his legs and rubbing your face over his cock until you have precum smeared all over your cheek. Then you finally take him in your chilled mouth and the change in temperature makes the ring that pierced his tip practically vibrate so he arching into you and letting out a broken moan and you’re basically coming untouched just from his reaction.

Yeeeeeeeaaah, definitely can picture this.

Tell me all your thots on these two, Bella, I love to hear them!!

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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I love ur tattoo artist dilf Steve fan fic series plz tell me there will be more I love these two characters together

There’s going to be so much more for these two, I love them!!!

Next is their little housewarming celebration once she moves into Steve’s house, and it’s filthy.

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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will we get a lactation kink fic for dilf Steve? 👀👀

Oh, yes we will. It’s gonna be glorious 🥴

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Pairing: Single DILF elementary school teacher!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist fem!reader

Words: ~6k

Summary: Your gorgeous, clean cut neighbor needs a favor, and how can you possibly say no?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, f receiving oral sex, genital piercings, semi rough sex, light choking, squirting, hair pulling, dirty talk, slight breeding kink), single dad Steve (trust me, he’s a fucking warning), reader has tattoos, adorable toddler, fluff, slowish burn, idiots in love (I can’t stop myself), SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This was an absolute monster to finish when I had to work all week but it’s done!!! My official entry for @bemine-bucky’s Sweetheart Diner challenge (prompt in bold), and I messed myself up with this one. I am now fully on the DILF Steve train and if you think I’m not gonna write anymore for these adorable lovebirds, you would be mistaken. Love you so much Sav!! You deserve the world!!

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“Ok Sarah, remember, this is our secret, ok?” You handed the giggling toddler one of the still warm cookies, giving her a big grin as she looked at it with wonder. “No telling your dad, and no sharing with Molly.”

She nodded seriously before taking a hesitant bite, squealing when your sweet mutt shoved her head into the child’s lap to try and steal a lick. You scolded the dog and she gave you a forlorn look before moping off to sink into her bed with a huff at being excluded from treat time. The toddler finished her cookie in record time, and after wiping all the melted chocolate off her face while she squirmed, you gave her a dog treat to give to your poor neglected pup. You couldn’t help but grin when Molly took it from the little girl’s hand as gently as possible before wolfing it down, accepting the child’s tight hug around her neck with a happy wag of her tail.

“I love you, Molly.” God, how fucking cute was she, laying on the dog’s side and babbling that excited toddler chatter while kicking her feet. You made sure to take a picture for Steve, he always melted a little when he saw how sweet your dog was with his little girl.

There was a knock at the door and you yelled it was open, turning to give Steve a big smile when he walked into your house looking a little exhausted. His face split into a grin when he got a look at Sarah playing with Molly’s ears, the toddler screaming when she spotted her father and rising to greet him on wobbly legs.

“Daddy!” She shouted with delight when he tossed her into the air and caught her again, settling her on his hip and giving her a soft kiss on the head while she brought her chubby little arms up to give him a hug.

“Hey bug, did you have a nice time with Y/N and Molly?” He chuckled when her fat fingers grabbed at his cheeks.

“We made cookies!” She clapped her hands over her mouth when she realized she blabbed, giving you a horrified look at spilling your secret.

“Well, I guess we have to share with Dad now.” You shook your head and laughed softly as you reached to grab one of the giant cookies that was still left, handing it to Steve and beaming when he took a bite as you worked at boxing up the rest of them. “Don’t worry, hon, you still get to take the rest home.”

“Thank you so much, Y/N, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. Apparently on call plumber is part of the art teacher’s job now. Some fifth graders managed to crack one of the toilets and it was a literal… uh… poop show.” He smiled when Sarah laughed hysterically at the naughty word.

“Tsk, language Mr. Rogers.” You winked at him before handing him the container of cookies, ruffling Sarah’s hair affectionately before moving to soak the baking sheets you’d used. “She can come over any time, pretty sure Molly likes her more than me anyways.”

“I may take you up on that, Y/N.” You walked in front of him to open the door since he had his hands full. “Let me make you dinner tomorrow? I gotta thank you somehow.”

“Alright, but only because I can’t say no to your pesto.” You waved back to Sarah when he started walking back to his house, only feeling a little bad about ogling his ass. “Bye kiddo!”

God, that man was fine. And his kid was fucking adorable too. It was like a constant attack on your ovaries ever since he moved in. Your vibrator had never been used as much in your whole fucking life. Goddamn Prince Charming looking DILF.

You weren’t sure how you’d managed to go this whole time without jumping on him. Every time he gave you that gorgeous, aww shucks smile you just wanted to find out if he was hiding some secret kinks under that nice boy exterior. Not to mention when he did yard work and got all sweaty with his sleeves rolled over his forearms. Right now all you wanted was to pour yourself a nice glass of wine and take a long bath while you thought about what he might look like under all those buttoned up, clean cut outfits. Man you were a perv.

The next night couldn’t come fast enough. It took some self control to keep from wearing one of your usual slutty date outfits, choosing a relatively conservative sundress that still showed off your assets. Even though you told yourself a million times you were not going to date your neighbor, you couldn’t help but flirt like an idiot.

“Hi Y/N!” Ugh, he looked so fucking domestic, what was he doing to you? “We’ve been working all afternoon, Sarah really hopes you like her garlic bread.”

“Um, did you know that garlic bread is my absolute favorite?” Sarah hid her face behind her hands and giggled when you winked at her, Steve beaming between the two of you and making your heart swell a little bit. “You better be careful, or I might eat all of it.”

“No!” She seemed adorably horrified at the prospect, tottering away from you when you moved to chase her playfully. “I want bread, too!”

“You better wash up quick then, bug.” He ushered her towards the bathroom, wiping his hands on a towel. His big hands with those thick fingers that you definitely weren’t thinking of sucking on. “She was a little disappointed when I told her Molly wasn’t gonna be joining us.”

“Well, maybe next time.” You handed him the bottle of wine you had brought and helped him set the table, smiling when Sarah wrapped her arms around your leg so you could drag her along with you. “Or maybe I’ll have Molly help me make dinner for you guys. You like dog food, Sarah?”

“Eww, no!” She laughed like you were the funniest thing in the world, squealing when you scooped her up and nibbled on the tip of her nose.

“Oh, it’s so good though!” You gave her a peck on the forehead before helping her settle into her seat, putting her napkin on her lap and helping her cut up her pasta without even thinking. “Maybe even better than your dad’s pasta.”

“Ouch.” Steve laughed, placing a hand on his chest in a mock wounded gesture. “What d’you think, bug? Is my pasta better than dog food?”

“Yes, love pasta!” She slurped some up messily and you laughed while you wiped pesto off her face.

“Alright, you’re the expert.”

The way you engaged with Sarah was so endearing, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off you. She got so happy when you swooned over the garlic bread she almost fell out of her booster seat, but you caught her at the last second and peppered kisses all over her face. You somehow managed to keep her from getting sauce all over herself, having the napkin ready like a pro at all times even when the three of you chatted away about silly toddler things.

Once you had all finished your meal you helped with the cleanup, giving Sarah a hand with drying the dishes while Steve washed them. You managed to sneak a couple splashes at her father when he wasn’t paying attention, Sarah screaming and hiding behind you when he got you back. It should have felt weird as fuck for you to be having such a good time doing the housewife shit, but doing it with Steve and Sarah was just delightful and almost natural.

“Ok bug, let’s wash up and then it’s bed.” Sarah’s eyes were starting to droop, apparently making garlic bread really took it out of you. “Say good night to Y/N.”

“No, want Y/N to tuck me in!” She pouted at the two of you, and how were you supposed to say no to that?

“I dunno, hon, don’t want to take that treat away from your dad.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to.” He was giving you an inquisitive look though, and fuck it, you were having a good time.

“But I want to, Steve.” You relaxed when he did, smiling softly and moving to grab some glasses. “Besides, we still need to break open this wine.”

“Great, let’s get those PJs on, Sar.” He disappeared down the hall with her leaning against his shoulder, her eyes drooping with the pull of sleep even as she fought it.

You finished putting the dishes away while Steve got Sarah ready for bed, coming when she called you to give her a peck on the head and help Steve tuck her in before wishing her goodnight. She fell asleep immediately, allowing you both to sneak out of her room and head back out to the kitchen to have some adult conversation.

“That kid is too cute for her own good.” You poured Steve a hefty portion of wine before filling your own glass. “Don’t know how you don’t just spoil her rotten.”

“Trust me, just because she turns on the charm with you doesn’t mean she isn’t a terror sometimes.” He shook his head before taking a sip of wine. “How’s the shop doing?”

“It’s really good, we just hired a new artist, so hopefully we won’t be booking out as far, but who knows.” You were really hoping you could convince him to come get a piece from you eventually, he always showed a lot of interest in your work, and inking up your sweetheart neighbor would be a special kind of thrill. “You know I’d open up a spot for you anytime you want, though. Just say the word.”

“We’ll see.” He beamed at you when you hopped up to sit on his counter absentmindedly, loving how comfortable the two of you were with each other.

“I’ll convince you one of these days, Rogers.” You leaned back on one hand while you sipped on your wine. “How about you? Aside from shit explosions, how’s the school? You’re kids enjoying watercolors?”

“They love it. Leaves me with a hell of a mess every day but we have a great time.” He moved to pour you another glass when you finished yours, topping his own off as well and settling next to you. “This is good.”

“Yeah. You still have that wedding this weekend?” You could feel your heartbeat speeding up with how close he was, the clean, slightly woodsy scent he was wearing filling your senses.

“Lemme guess, Sar couldn’t stop talking about being a flower girl all afternoon?” He set his empty glass on the counter and brushed his hair out of his eyes with a rueful grin.

“She could not. We had to practice her walk a couple of times, she’s a pro now.” You hopped off the counter and moved to find the wine saver while Steve put the glasses in the dishwasher. “Make sure you take a video of her for me, I’m sure she’s gonna be adorable.”

“I mean, you wanna come with?” He spluttered when you cocked an eyebrow at him. “Sorry, shit, lemme back up. My normal plus one had to cancel and I know it’s so cheesy but I cannot deal with my ex and the rest of my family judging that I haven’t found some sort of mother figure for Sarah.”

“So, I’d be your fake girlfriend?” A little disappointing but you could deal. “Sounds like a blast. How judgey are we talking here? They gonna have issues with you showing up with an inked up chick?”

“Maybe, but what are they gonna do? Make me break up with you?” His smile was tinged with nervousness.

“Well, if it doesn’t bother you, doesn’t bother me.” You gave him a teasing hip bump when you shuffled past him. “How formal is this thing?”

“Cocktail. You sure you’re ok with this?” He was starting to relax a little bit, but he didn’t want you to feel pressured at all.

“Oh my god, Steve, yes, I’m sure.” You gave him a reassuring pat on his tree trunk of an arm, holy shit. “I’ll be the best fake girlfriend ever. Now, I’ve gotta go take care of the dog, but I really had a great time. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’m sure you will.” He walked you to the door, giving you a semi-awkward side hug before you were strolling back towards your house, and he tried his best to not watch the way your hips were swaying in those heels.

Well, he’d had some spectacularly bad ideas, but asking you on a fake date might be one of the top ones. Ever since the first time his kiddo had seen you working in your garden and shyly asked you whether you did your tattoos yourself or if your friends did them, and then you spent a whole afternoon telling her all about each of your pieces like she was the most important little person you’d ever talked to, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you. You were beautiful and sweet and Sarah fucking loved you, so why couldn’t he work up the courage to ask you out for real?

Instead he just had to settle for fucking his own fist like a perv while he thought about what you might look like underneath him, how tight you’d squeeze his cock when he hit you deep and what gorgeous noises you’d make for him, and whether you had any more tattoos hiding under those surprisingly sweet little outfits that he hadn’t seen. God, he hated himself sometimes. He wasn’t gonna give himself blue balls though.

He didn’t have a chance to give into his nerves once Saturday hit, mostly because all his energy was focused on getting a wiggling little girl into a fancy dress and keeping her from spilling anything on it. Sarah insisted on walking over to pick you up on her own, practicing her walk as she headed up the walk to the front door until she let him lift her up so she could ring the doorbell.

“Hi Sarah! Look at that dress!” You gave the two of them the biggest grin when you opened the door, locking it behind you and helping her do a little twirl before holding her hand while you all headed towards Steve’s car. “You been practicing your walk?”

She nodded seriously and showed you, laughing when Steve scooped her up and got her settled into her car seat. You winked at Steve when he held your door open for you, climbing into the car and starting a sweet little conversation with the toddler, who was fired up about being a flower girl. He was so grateful you were eager to engage with his girl, but he was having trouble keeping his eyes off the line of your legs in those heels.

As soon as you walked into the venue, his ex was right there, much to his annoyance.

“Hello Sharon.” He gave Sarah a quick peck on the head before letting her toddle over to her mother.

“Steve, hey sweetie!” She knelt down to give the girl a hug, giving you a once over when she stood back up. “Who’s this?”

“I’m Y/N, so nice to meet you.” She ignored your hand when you offered it to her.

“Uh-huh, what happened to Beth?” Cool, always fun to be completely ignored.

“Just didn’t work out.” Steve shrugged uncomfortably at having to jump right into faking it. He relaxed a little when you wrapped an arm around him, leaning into his shoulder like it was the most natural thing and not as horribly awkward as he was worried it was going to be.

“Sure it didn’t.” Sharon handed Sarah off to a bridesmaid and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, I’m gonna go find Ian. That Sarah’s bag?”

“Yeah.” He handed it over. “I’ll check in before you leave. She’s looking forward to spending a couple of days with you.”

“Me too. Talk to you later.” She walked off without giving you a second glance.

“Well, she did not like me.” You gave a small huff before grinning at him. “Alright, who else do I need to impress here?”

“Obviously, the cousins.” He motioned to the groom, waving when the man noticed him from the small group he was chatting with. “And other than that, just the nosy aunts and shit.”

“Great, aunts love me.” You winked at him and wound your fingers through his. “Let’s do this.”

The ceremony took up most of the afternoon, and then what felt like hours of photos that poor Sarah put up with like a champ. Steve couldn’t have been more thrilled at bringing you with him, actually able to enjoy himself a little since you were a pro at redirecting all the interrogations that his friends and relatives tried to subject him to. Of course, the fact that part of redirecting them involved you engaging in some public displays of affection did a lot to help his mood.

Right now he was watching you do the chicken dance with Sarah, the grin he was wearing falling slightly when Sharon plopped in the seat next to him with a frown on her face.

“So, that’s Y/N.” He took a sip of his beer when she started in on him, really looking forward to her passive aggressively implying there were all sorts of things wrong with you. “Sarah told me all about her pretty tattoos. Guess I didn’t realize she had quite so many.”

“Seriously, Sharon? You’re gonna harp on some ink?” He scowled at her sideways while he kept his eyes on you and the kiddo. “When did Sar tell you about her, anyway?”

“I have to hear about her every time she spends the night. Fucking your neighbor Steve?” Or, maybe she was going to bypass the passive and go straight to plain old aggression. “What’s that gonna do to Sarah when you break up and she suddenly can’t see her apparently best friend anymore?”

“I’m not having a conversation with you about this. You wanna have more say in who your daughter spends time with, you need to be around more. And maybe actually get to know the people I see instead of jumping down my throat about them right away.” He pasted on a smile when you and Sarah came back to the table. “Hey kid! Those were some killer moves!”

“They sure were, c’mere baby.” Sharon propped Sarah on her lap and gave her a peck on the cheek. “What d’you say we go get you some cake, yeah? Then we’ll get you home.”

She let Sarah give you a big hug goodbye reluctantly, trying not to openly growl when you gave her a kiss right on the top of her head. Sarah said her goodbyes to you and Steve and let her mom carry her off, waving at you over her shoulder until she disappeared into the crowd.

“Lemme guess,” you sat down next to Steve and nudged his calf with the toe of your shoe when you noticed the sour look on his face. “Your ex thinks we should ‘break up’?”

“Yeah, I guess someone talks about you an awful lot.” He couldn’t help but smile when you laughed softly.

“I mean, I am pretty great.” You winked and took a sip of his beer when he offered it. “Think she may have a point, though. You are a lousy date, Rogers.”

“Hey, mean!” He swiped his beer back from you when you tried to take another sip, swatting your arm playfully and pouting a little bit. “What did I do?”

“It’s what you didn’t do, Steve. Who comes to a wedding and doesn’t dance with their date at all?” You were still trying to steal his beer away as he held it out of your reach. “And now you won’t even share your drink? There’s no way I’m putting out now.”

He choked on his beer when you said that, trying to pass it off as a laugh while he looked at you to figure out if you were serious in any way, shape, or form.

“Well, shit, way to ruin my night, Y/N.” He drank the rest of his beer in one gulp and set down the bottle, taking your hand in his and pulling you after him towards the dance floor. “I think we can salvage it, though, c’mon.”

You laughed lightly when he gave you a twirl before pulling you close, pressing his chest to yours and beaming as he took one of your hands in his and wrapped the other around your waist. He sighed deeply when you gazed into his eyes, losing himself a little bit as the two of you swayed back and forth.

“Better?” He could’ve started purring when you ran your arm up his shoulder until you could wind your fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

“Yeah, you’re a good dancer.” You tucked your head into his shoulder and he couldn’t stop himself from smelling your hair.

“You too.” He spun you a little and goddamn it, that breathless giggle was doing things to him. “What d’you think, want me to dip you?”

“What?” He didn’t wait for you to answer before bending the two of you over, chuckling at the thrilled cackle you let out before he was drawing you back up fast. “Ok, maybe you will get lucky.”

The two of you danced through the next few songs until the DJ called that the night was over and it was time to send off the happy couple. You made your way back to the car once they had taken off, Steve holding your door for you again like a fucking peach. The ride home was filled with comfortable silence, your gaze shifting over to Steve occasionally.

“I had a great time, Steve.” You gave him a small smile while he walked you to your front door. “You wanna come in for a drink?”

Oh god, he wanted to. He didn’t think he’d ever really spent time with you when Sarah wasn’t around, and all he wanted was to follow you inside and eat you out until you screamed his name.

“I should really turn in.” He hated himself. “Thank you again, you really are the best.”

“I know.” You smoothed your hand over his chest and gave him a wink before moving to unlock your door. “Don’t worry, I’ll come up with some way for you to show me just how thankful you are.”

You gave him a peck on the cheek before heading inside, sighing when you closed it behind you and giving your dog an exasperated look when she came trotting to greet you. Guess it was gonna be another long night with your vibrator.

There was a pounding on the door and you turned around with a small frown, opening your mouth in surprise when Steve was standing there looking a little strung out.

“Ste…”

He didn’t give you a chance to finish your thought before his lips were on yours, walking you back into the house and slamming the door behind you before his hands were digging into your ass. You wound your fingers through his hair and let him basically manhandle you into your kitchen, trying not to trip over your own feet until he had you pinned against your counter.

“I, mmph, thought of a way to say thank you.” He moaned when you nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Much better than what I would’ve come up with.” You tilted your head back to let him suck a bruise against your throat while he dragged your dress off over your head.

“Jesus Christ.” He groaned when he got a good look at you. He had been right, there was so much more art under your dress. His movements slowed when he moved to draw your panties down your legs, the colorful bouquet of flowers that covered your hips and the insides of your thighs making his cock twitch. “Honey, you’re fucking beautiful.”

“Steve…” he cut you off with his lips again, stealing your breath before he started moving his lips down your torso. “You gonna let me talk at all, Rogers?”

“Not unless you're begging me.” He winked at you before kissing over the jut of your hip, tracing his fingers over your thigh until he could hook them under your knee and hook it over his shoulder.

The way his shoulders were placed between your thighs had you spread wide open for him, a low growl vibrating his chest at the sight of your throbbing cunt filling his vision. He took a breath to appreciate the view, dragging his thumb over the cut of you slowly until it was slippery with your arousal when he swirled it around your clit, making you moan as you arched towards his face.

As soon as he flicked his tongue out to taste you, he was lost, practically whining against you as he lapped up every drop of slick that was leaking out of you before pressing soft kisses over your puffy lips. When his lips met your clit you could have passed out, your whole body arching off the counter as you let out a sharp gasp.

“Oh god, Steve.” Your fingers scrabbled over the countertop when he laved his tongue over your swollen bud, pressing it flat and massaging you slowly until you gave him another one of those beautiful fluttering moans. “God, that’s so fucking good.”

He just hummed in agreement, shaking his head to force his face deeper before he was thrusting his tongue inside you and curling it against your soft walls. You couldn’t take it when he started fucking you with the thick muscle, your hips rolling into his face and your hands reaching down to wind through his hair and keep him close while you wrapped your legs around his neck.

Steve tried to look up at you through his lashes, but the way your back was violently arching was hiding your face from him. At least until he rose to his feet, keeping his arms wrapped around your thighs so your hips came with him and making you yelp at the change in position.

His lips wrapped around your clit and you keened, especially when he moaned into your pussy once he was finally able to watch how fucked out your face looked. Your toes curled as your core started tightening, warmth spreading through your body as you moaned desperately.

“Steve… oh fuck, Steve, I’m gonna come.” Your whole body tensed up before you were vibrating with your release, soaking Steve’s chin and flooding his mouth with the sweet taste of you while you sobbed with pleasure.

He set you down gently before crawling up your body and pressing his lips to yours, sighing deeply when you wrapped your arms around his neck and returned the kiss. You purred when he wrapped you around him and stood up, his tongue still stroking yours while he curled a hand around the back of your head.

“Gotta say Rogers,” you grinned when he released you, licking your lips as he gazed into your eyes. “Took you long enough, but once you move, you move fast.”

“Fuck, I swear I wanted to take my time, but damn.” He was finally starting to catch his breath. “Once I got a taste, I couldn’t stop myself.”

“So you’re telling me if you had your way you’d have buttered me up first?” You sighed when he lifted you and started to carry you towards the bedroom. “What would that be like?”

“Oh, I’m gonna fucking show you.” He kicked the door to your room open and set you on the bed, cupping your cheek gently as he straddled you. “‘Cause you deserve those sweet slow kisses that are gonna have you melting into the bed and begging me to fuck you.”

“That so?” You dipped your hands between the two of you to start undoing his belt.

“Mmhm.” He ran his thumb over your bottom lip and purred when you nipped at it. “I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.”

“Fuck m…” You couldn’t even be mad when he cut you off again, his tongue dipping between your lips and curling against yours slowly.

You were completely fucked. Time lost all meaning while his lips were on yours, pulling at them gently with his teeth while he gently slid his tongue over yours. When he pulled away you sucked in oxygen you hadn’t even realized you were missing, keeping a hand around the back of his neck so he couldn’t go too far while you panted into his mouth.

“How was that?” His smirk was wicked as he ran his knuckle over the curve of your cheek.

“You’re a dangerous man, Steve Rogers.” Your brain finally reset and you went back to taking his clothes off.

“Oh, honey, you don’t even know.” He got his tie off and tossed it aside before helping you slide his shirt over his shoulders, making your breath hitch when you finally got a look at his bare torso.

“I fucking knew it.” You reached out to trace one of his hidden tattoos with your fingertips, grinning at the groan he gave you when you leaned forward to brush your lips over the large one on his chest. “What else you been hiding from me, Steven?”

“Just a couple things.” He groaned when you dragged your tongue over his nipple, your fingers working quickly to undo his fly. “Nothing too big.”

“Oh, I dunno, it feels pretty big to me.” You grinned when you palmed his cock, dragging his slacks and boxer briefs down his thick thighs. “Oh, Jesus fuck.”

As soon as you set eyes on his cock your brain broke. He was so fucking long and thick you weren’t totally sure it was going to fit, the perfect pretty pink tip begging for you to suck on it. And to top it all off…

“Steve… Steve? Steve, baby.” He was grinning at your babbling as you reached out to brush your fingers over him. “Honey, you’re fucking pierced.”

“Gotta say, this is one of the more pleasant freak outs this thing has caused.” He moaned when you dragged your thumb over the silver ring that ran through his tip.

“Get that thing inside me, now.” You hissed at him through clenched teeth, grabbing the back of his neck and yanking his face to yours as you dragged him on top of you. “I fucking need it.”

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He growled into your mouth when you wrapped your legs around his waist, lining himself up and plucking at your lips with his teeth. “I’ve got you. Ah… shit.”

As soon as he slid inside you he almost collapsed, burying his face in your neck and winding his arms around your shoulders as he slowly eased into you. The stretch was driving you crazy, your pussy already starting to flutter as his piercing rubbed over your slick walls. He gave a small testing thrust and both of you moaned, your bodies molding together as he started rocking his hips into yours.

It only took a few more shoves of his hips before he was sheathed to the hilt, grinding against your clit and groaning at the snug, wet heat of your cunt flexing around him. Your tiny gasp when he started fucking into you made him growl, wanting nothing more than to draw more of those beautiful noises out of you.

“Fuck, Steve.” You rolled your body underneath him when he nudged against your cervix, whining when you felt his lips suck a bruise against your throat. “Oh god, that’s so good.”

“Knew this cunt was gonna be sweet for me, goddamn.” He ran his nose up the side of your neck until he could nibble on your ear, giving a small circle of his hips and making you keen. “C’mon, honey, wanna feel this pretty pussy strangle my cock.”

“That mouth of yours is something else, Steve.” You purred at the feeling of the smooth metal of his piercing gliding over your soft walls at a rough pace, digging your fingers into his shoulders. “Jesus, right there.”

“That’s it, give it to me.” His breathing was getting heavy as he sped up, grunting into your neck with each thrust and grinding against your clit. “God, so fucking tight.”

He barely changed the angle and you lost it, arching off the bed and wailing as you fluttered wildly around him. Aftershocks were still coursing through your system when you collapsed back into the mattress, his cock still punching into you vigorously as he watched you writhing with bliss underneath him.

There was no warning when he pulled out of you suddenly and manhandled you until you were laying on your stomach, making you scream when he thrust back into you with a deep growl. Your breath was forced out of your lungs when he started rutting into you like an animal, hitting you so hard and deep he was pushing the two of you up the bed a few inches at a time with each shove of his hips.

The change in position was so fucking good you were crying, soaking the sheets with your tears and drool as his piercing slid over every spot you needed it to until you were seeing stars. His fingers were drawing bruises on your hips as he pulled you back onto his cock with each punch of his hips, grunting lewdly as he watched your ass bounce each time he slammed into it.

You whimpered when he wrapped a hand in your hair and curled over your back, yanking your head up so he could scrape his teeth over the arch of your cheek while you gave him more of those pretty little moans. His other hand curled loosely around your throat and your eyes rolled back in your head, rolling your ass back into him desperately as he did his best to draw another one out of you.

“You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.” He flicked his tongue along the corner of your mouth, nuzzling your cheek and purring when you clenched around him. “Gimme one more, gorgeous. Then I’m gonna a make a fucking mess of that perfect cunt.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You moaned at the filthy promise, arching your back until his chest was pressed right against your back. “Steve, please.”

“You want it, sweetheart?” He nipped at the curve of your jaw and ground into you. “Don’t worry, gonna fill you up and fuck it into you so hard, I’m gonna be dripping out of you for the next week.”

All you could do was scream when you felt the ring his that deep spot that made your toes curl, your release gushing out of you and soaking him while trying to find something to grab into as your whole body shook with pleasure. Your pussy clamped around him so hard he couldn’t move anymore, muttering a soft fuck into your neck as his spilled his cum deep inside you.

Steve collapsed on top of you when he was spent, curling his body around yours and nuzzling into your hair while you both worked at catching your breath. You turned your head so you could peek at him over your shoulder, smiling softly when he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and rolled until he was spooning you.

“Shit, Steve.” He was still inside you as he brushed his lips over the curve of your neck and sank into your mattress. “If this is how you end a fake date, what are you gonna do when you take me out for real?”

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