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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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Stepdaddy Steve Rogers😮‍💨
Really smutty, maybe including stepdads best friend bucky too
Threesome material wow
hi! okay, so not exactly a threesome but close? I hope you like it, though.
summary - daddy decides it's playtime during the game, and his best friend gets to watch.
warning - voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, daddy kink, slight ddlg themes, stepcest, smut.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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You play with your fingers nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. “Daddy?!” You let out an anxious yell, your eyes peering down at the tub of ice cream. You hear him yell back, and you let out a sigh of relief, knowing you didn’t piss him off during his game. “C–Can I please have another ice cream?!”
“Absolutely not!” He yells back in his dad voice, sending tingles to the forbidden spot between your legs. You let out a cry as you shut the freezer door and head toward where he sits. He and Bucky look over when you enter the room. Steve sends you a soft smile when you pout at him, eyes filled with tears.
“Why not, daddy?” You continue to pout, eyes moving between your daddy and Bucky, your fingers pulling on the hem of your short dress. 
“Because daddy doesn’t want his little princess to get sick. You don’t want to have a sore tummy, now, do you?” You shake your head, your nose scrunching up as you remember the last time you had too much ice cream. “Good girl, now come here, baby.” He motions you forward with his hand, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips.
“How come?” You slowly begin to walk forward, curious.
Steve smiles, pulling you onto his lap when you get close enough. Loving the squeal that escapes you. “Daddy wants to teach you something about the spot between your thighs.” You look at him with wide eyes and a giant smile, excited for your daddy and playtime.
“Is this playtime, daddy? But what about your game? And M–Mr Bucky?” Steve nods, his hand resting on your upper thigh, throwing a smirk at his best friend.
“Yes, princess. This is playtime, don’t worry about the game, and Bucky might be joining us. Would you like that, princess?” Steve grins when you nod your head excitedly, “Now, princess. You're going to watch Bucky play with himself whilst I play with you, okay?” You nod again, eyes already dazed at the thought but snap out of it when Steve slaps your cheek softly. “I need words, princess.”
“Yes, daddy! I watch, you play. Got it!” You nod, head turning to stare at Bucky’s crotch. Both men chuckle at your excitement.
Steve spins you around so that you are facing Bucky, his hand cups your cunt, groaning when he notices you’ve listened to him about going bare around the house. “Good girl.” He flips your dress, letting his best friend stare at your glistening cunt. His fingers begin to rub your little button, and Bucky hurriedly pulls out his throbbing cock, his eyes glued to you, spitting into his hand as he starts to stroke his member. 
“You’re such a pretty girl. Your daddy was right, doll. You’ve got the prettiest pussy in the entire world.” He groans, tugging his cock harder whilst his other hand reaches down to massage his balls. Your sweet sounds go straight to his cock, and he watches you whither in your stepfather’s lap because the pleasure is too much. “Mmm, what I wouldn’t do to make you mine, doll. Maybe one day your daddy will let me have my way with you.” 
You whimper, your eyes widening as you watch Bucky tug on his cock. Drool gathers in your mouth as you become desperate to suck on it. Little moans escape you as your daddy continues to rub your tiny button. Your eyes become lidded and dazed as you feel all tingly inside. “Daddy! Daddy! Feel funny!” 
Steve grunts, his cock strained against his pants as his fingers enter your tight hole and curl, hitting the delicious spot inside you. “Cum for us, princess. Make us proud.” His pace becomes brutal, roughly fingering your spot whilst rubbing and pinching your button. Bucky’s eyes roll back, and his cock twitches as cum explodes from his mushroom tip. The sight of you squirting everywhere sets him off and will forever be in their minds.
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fineanddandy · 1 year
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Late Night Creeps
Not a Word
Summary: Steve and Bucky finish off their bro’s night with you and a movie…
Relationship: stepdad’s best friend!Bucky Barnes x black!reader x stepdad!Steve Rogers
Warnings: graphic language, alcohol use, age gap (reader’s in college), sneaking around, oral (fem rec), handjob, unprotected sex, sharing/threesome, smut cliffhanger (ish), 18+
A/N: MORE?! Shit looks like it…but will there be more after this one? Who knows…
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About midnight, and the TV’s blasting sirens and gunshots from the speakers; you’re up watching one of those ridiculously action packed movies just because. You’d been jumping from blockbuster to blockbuster, having a lone movie night after spending the day getting spoiled by your mom. Her lavish shopping spree and lunch date definitely made up for the last minute cancellation of your girls trip. You guys had an amazing day together, and you didn’t have to dive that deep into your well fabricated story. All she did was comment on how well you and Steve seem to be getting on without much else. Guess as long as everything’s peaceful, your mom had no concerns. Foolishly so. You can’t help but wonder if she was really that oblivious to what’s been going on under her roof. Even with Bucky staying there for no reason, in your face all the time, and Steve chomping at the bit about you two flirting and carrying on without repercussions? She has to have a sneaky suspicion or something. But nope. Didn’t even ask about guys back at school. No need to talk about men when there were shoes, clothes, and make up to look at.
Your spring break was coming along pretty nicely, you had to admit. During the day, you and Bucky were doing whatever the hell you guys felt like, while Steve stewed at his desk, receiving all sorts of messages and pics of you two together. Just had to rub it all in his face that he had more freedom with you than Steve ever could. But then Steve would get his sweet revenge late at night while everyone slept. Leaving Bucky a sign that he had been between your thighs. A twisted little game you were caught in the middle of. You slept when they let you. Your body was constantly in a state of exhaustion.
When you guys got back with your arms and hands full of bags, Steve and Bucky were heading out for a bro’s night that you couldn’t help make fun of. Bro’s night. What the hell would that intel for the two of them? Since you and your mom had a girls day, they decided to make plans of their own, fishing and doing whatever else.
“What are you old farts going to do?”
“Don’t worry about young’n.” Bucky playfully elbowed you with a snicker, heading out the door behind Steve winking back over his shoulder. “Don’t wait up.”
And you weren’t, not really, you just happened to lose track of time watching movie after movie. Your mom had watched a couple with you until she started falling asleep, calling it a night a few hours ago. Just there isn’t much to do with both of them gone, so you sit and watch the bad guys shoot it out with the good guys, wincing at the screen when things get a little too bloody. The story kept your attention for another thirty minutes or so until you hear Steve’s key in the door. Busting into the house holding onto each other with hushed tones and laughter. They gasp in unison when they find you sitting in the living room, trying not to laugh with a frown. They look like a couple of drunk frat bros on campus the way stagger into the room, leaning on each other for support. They would come in drunk just as the movie’s getting good. You might as well forget trying to finish this one. These two are about to act the fool it’s in their glossy blue eyes, their tipsy smiles.
“Mmm…look who’s still up…” Bucky sloppily falls onto the couch, throwing his trunk like legs across your lap with a slinky grin. “Waiting for us baby? Huh?”
Steve shushes him with a silly drunk giggle, swaying side to side as he crosses the living room to sit on the other side of you. “So loud Bucky. Don’t want to wake the missus.” He plops down into the empty seat, covering himself with your blanket.
“No youuu don’t want to wake the missus, or you’ll be in trouble,” he teases with a point of his finger, resting his weary head on your shoulder, “I can’t get in trouble, no matter what I do to her…”
“You’re in fuckin trouble with me,” he grunts with a roll of his eyes, draping his muscular arm behind you.
Bucky busts out laughing, lurching up for Steve to see. “Aww jealous bud? Am I crowding your space? Taking too much of Y/N’s attention?” He feigns a pout then sputters another audacious laugh, burying himself deeper under his skin.
“Nah it’s fine,” he shrugs, “Cuz once you’re gone…” Order will be restored.
You hate to interrupt their pointless bickering but, “Guys, seriously, I’m trying to watch this.” You point to the violence on the screen. They nevermind you.
“Speaking of the missus, shouldn’t you head on upstairs? Let her know her husband’s home alive and well?” Bucky flickers a brow at Steve, waving his fingers away as he gets comfortable under the blanket. Snuggling into your side, burying his itchy beard into your neck, murmuring, “And we can watch a couple of movies alone together…what do you say baby?”
“Bucky chill….” You giggle, pushing his sneaky hand off your thigh with a roll of your eyes, then fluttering them close as he kisses and licks the hull of your jaw.
“I’ll be back.” Steve demands stumbling his way to the stairs with a glare at you and Bucky getting frisky. “For real. Bucky,” he warns, narrowing his eyes, “what did we talk about.”
Scoffing he backs off you, falling back into the cushions with a groan. “Ugh fine. Hurry the fuck up then.”
As Steve tries to walk normally up the stairs, you turn your attention to Bucky sitting back watching the movie with hooded lids. “What did y’all talk about?”
Averting his sights back to you, a wayward smile creeps up his scruffy cheeks. “Steve’s mad cuz I’m not playing nice.”
Pinching your brow you wonder, “Playin nice…the fuck is that supposed to mean…”
Bucky sits up again, caging you to the back of the couch with a dangerous glint. “Well, I get you all day…while Steve may only get you for what, an hour or so after your mom’s passed out?” Bucky hums a chuckle as he faintly brushes his fingers up the back of your neck, sending a chill down your spine. “Dear ol dad’s upset, says we should be spending some time together…the three of us…” He closes with a flicker of his brows, licking and biting at his lengthening smile. You shake a sly smirk at that smile with a raise of your brow.
“Is that a problem?”
It hasn’t been the three of you since the first night, and as much as you love having them individually, a little two-on-one sounds really fuckin good. Steve and Bucky doin their double team routine made you tingle a bit, recalling their intimate growls in your head. You needed to be caught between their glistening hard bodies again, being tugged and pulled at from all angles. Better not be a problem…
“No baby, not at all…just think it’s funny that’s all. I’m only here for a few days, trying to make up for lost time and he’s in his feelings about it when he fuckin lives with you?” He sighs a chuckle, rolling his fingertips in a circle over your burning skin, dropping his gaze down your front. “He should be so lucky…” Bucky moistens his lips as he leans in a little closer. “…I could come visit you at school you know? Maybe pick you up on the weekends so we can be together? Take you out, go on a trip. Show him…”
You grin up at him, intrigued by the idea of going away with Bucky some weekends instead of coming home to Steve. “Hmm I like the sound of that…”
“Me too hun.” He takes you by the chin with an ice cold knuckle, bringing you in for a kiss. “We’ll have to much fun together…”
Steve’s thundering steps sound down the stairs as he comes rushing into the room, pants-less and still drunkenly grinning. Interrupting his buddy sealing his secret little deal. Bucky gripes with a little growl, dropping his head in defeat.
“Baby girl…” Steve takes you away from him, peering into your humored stare, caressing your face with both big hands. “Missed you all day today.”
“Missed you too Steve,” you laugh to yourself, kissing him ever so lightly, catching a whiff of whisky on his breath. “Did you guys have fun?”
“Of course, but I thought about you every second.” He lands a loving kiss on the tip of your nose.
“Hey me too.” Tired of being left out, Bucky grabs your thigh, your attention. “First day I didn’t get to spend making you moan for hours on end. Couldn’t wait to get back just to touch you like this…” his fingers travel up the blanket, “kiss you right here…” his puckered lips land where they were just a minute or so ago.
“Mmm Bucky…” You fall into his tender wet mouth with a moan, abandoning Steve keeping a hand on your shoulder.
“But I’m the last person to make her cum, so I know she spent the day thinking about my tongue inside her sweet pretty pussy…” He winks overhead, drawing you back into his hard side. Keeping you close Steve rubs a stiff hand over your stomach, inching his fingers beneath the blanket into your panties, softly stroking them back and forth over your pussy. Teasing you ever so slightly, dropping his gasping lips along the shell of your ear to hear how much you turn him on. You wring Bucky’s cool metal fingers, expecting to fist the couch cushion, writhing your hips beneath Steve’s tortuous embrace.
“Oh Steve…shit…”
“Sounds like I’m up next then bud…if you don’t mind…” Bucky nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders as he slips down off couch, getting down on his knees before you and Steve carefully watching him. Slithering his hands up under the blanket, he uncrosses your legs and spreads them apart, running them up your bare thighs riddled with goosebumps. “Not wearing any pants? Sure you weren’t up waiting for us to come home?” Catching your breath, you grab ahold of Steve’s hairy thigh under the covers, shaking your head no at his question. They just happened to catch you comfortable at home. You didn’t know what time they would be coming back. Honest. Neither of them believed you though.
“Don’t have to lie baby girl,” Steve erotically whispers in your ear, guiding your hand up to his dick bouncing around in his boxers. “We love when you want us back…love when you tempt us…”
Bucky hooks his fingers into the elastic waist of your cotton panties, yanking them off your hips and ass as Steve sloppily kisses down your throat, sneaking a warm hand up underneath your tank top. The tv screen fades out of focus as you close your eyes, losing yourself in Steve’s wet mouth and Bucky’s tender contact along your slit. Volume’s so loud it drowns out your weighted breaths, your sad little whimpers. Steve cups your breast with a throaty groan, sending a sudden shudder down your side squirming into his rippling muscles. Brushing a flat tongue over your flesh squeezing at your squishy muscle. Pawing his veiny dick, you keen between them turning you up, obsessed with the way he throbs in your weak grip. Steve softly hisses, breath hitches as you thumb his sticky head. You gasp out, hearing that catch in his chest, and you clench around his girth, making Steve bark a loud groan.
“Is that the spot baby?” Bucky asks with a slight turn of his chin, noticing how increasingly wet your pussy’s getting as Steve sucks at your neck. Fingers pinch and tug at your erect nipple, pet at your swelling clit and you sink into the cushions. Smiling at you succumbing to them Bucky spreads your sticky folds apart, tracing a lazy finger over them so hot. “Fuck I can’t wait to eat you…”
You glance down at the monster lapping at his drooling pouty lips, toying with your contracting hole. Inching down into the seat, you roll your hips up at him, begging him to come here. “Mmm Bucky…devour me…please…”
“Mmm come here…” Steve turns your desperate pleas towards his parted pink lips, “need to taste you…”
As Steve dives in tongue first, Bucky tosses the blanket over his head, jerking you closer by the hips and you gasp out the moment he laps a couple of long tantalizing licks up and down your exposed pink insides. Your moans are stifled back by Steve’s passionate kisses, tasting all the drinks he had with his bestest pal that’s sucking up all your juices. You fist Steve’s golden locks out of frustration, aggressively riding Bucky’s beard. Both of them using their whole mouths to consume you, you heave and writhe, holding on by the tufts of their hair. Holy hell…you’re drowning, choking on your grunts, sucking down Steve’s tongue. He’s on fire in the palm of your hand, jerking his hips into your grip to get himself off. Bucky runs his tastebuds over every inch of your rippling walls, practically inhaling your wetness he noisily smacks at your messy pussy. Like a man dehydrated, desperate for a drink. You can’t stop shaking, trying to find your breath but it’s lost…gone. Shared between the two swole beasts obsessed with tearing you apart. The noise of the movie drowns out your collection of indecent sounds.
“Fuck. Can’t get enough of this baby girl…can’t get enough of us…” Steve breathlessly murmurs into all your quiet mewling, taking ahold of your awed jaw, “don’t ever want this to end…”
“Me either daddy,” you pout with a broken whine, looking deep into his brilliant blue eyes. “Give myself to you…to Bucky…”
Together they hum contented grins, their blood pumping so fast. God they love when you sound so complacent. Makes Steve want to bend you over and fill you up for hours. Make Bucky fuck your throat so you can’t wake your mom. Steve takes your fist around his girth and helps you vigorously stroke his dick, slamming your conjoined hands into his fuzzy hilt.
“Say it again…” He huffs, grunting with each pump.
“Belong to you daddy,” you cry out a quivering moan, being lured to the brink by Bucky’s slithering tongue, “belong to you Bucky.”
Steve’s dick jerks, several drops of his precum seeping in between the lines of your fingers. Your name so pitiful in your ear he can’t stop callin out to you, panting for air, trying to keep his shit together.
“Ugh baby…hearing you say that…makes me wanna cum so fuckin hard…”
Hearing that makes you smirk, makes you cream at Bucky’s swollen lips. “Belong…to you…daddy…love your dick so much…”
“Yeah? Fuck. Fuck baby girl…” He rolls his head back with an exhausted sigh, bucking his hips up into your working wrist. “Belong to you too,” Steve whispers up to the ceiling with a drained shake of his head, feeling his load build up, “belong to that pussy…”
Timing can’t be anymore perfect. Because Bucky’s got your legs trembling, holding them apart, jaw unlatched and anxiously ready to catch the downpour of your bittersweet cum.
“Cum with me Steve.” You implore with a puny yip just as you spit down onto his inflamed head, giving him a nice tug, your floodgates about to burst. “Cum daddy please!”
A sharp gasp flees out of your convulsing chest as you lose all control, coating the seat and Bucky’s beard with your fluid as Steve’s load comes shooting out, flooding over your sore hands still attached to one another. Steve bites back all his groaning as he drops his chin onto your drooped shoulder, deliriously whimpering how much he loved you, how good you make him feel. You’re lazily patting Bucky who’s still cleaning you up with little joyful growls, burying his nose in your essence. He could stay face first in between your thighs for the rest of his days that’s how decadent you taste. Never get enough he was going to hate to leave. Steve brings his jizz coated hand to your dry lips and you open wide, extending your tongue to suck away every last trace of your indecency. Bucky reveals himself a disoriented mess, smiling all big behind his wet hair clinging to his pink skin. The three of you chuckle at how absolutely satiated you all look, sharing warm grins and affectionate touches, relishing in the moment you all just had. Exchanging fluids with Steve, then with Bucky, kissing them both so deep. They both make you feel so adored…fuckin worship you…how could you let either of them go ever…
“Steve?” Your mom’s voice comes from their bedroom door, nearly scaring you half to death but Steve and Bucky aren’t phased, looking at the stairs with scowls. Annoyed they’re being interrupted. “Can you bring me some water?”
“Uh oh…” Bucky sings with an arch of his brow, sputtering a laugh as he triumphantly stands to undo his pants, “better run along bud. Wife’s callin…”
“Ugh fuck.” He rolls his eyes palming his limp dick before he shoves his worn muscles up off the couch. “Still wanna fuck you…”
And you really, really wanted Steve to fuck you too but…
Bucky drops a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Too bad. Looks like you gotta wait til later.” He drops his pants then falls into the sofa, pulling you over into his lap to sit your tired throbbing folds down his length, discreetly moaning out, “Wolfie’s still up…” as your walls swallow him inch by inch.
Steve’s almost a little bitter to hear you moan out his best friend’s name instead of his, but the night’s far from over. He’s going to be balls deep inside you, and he’s going to make Bucky sit out and watch. As Bucky manipulates the rock of your hips, he meets Steve’s side eye with a wink and a breathy moan. Holding back his mocking laughter as he grinds into you shivering all over. Just before he goes into the kitchen, Steve snatches you by the chin and leaves you with a hard, supple kiss. Right in Bucky’s smug face.
“Meet you in your bed in a couple hours baby…”
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sergeantbarnessdoll · 5 months
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Daddy’s Good Girl » Steve Rogers/Captain America
October 30th
Pairings: Stepdad!Steve Rogers x Stepdaughter!Reader
Summary: The reader is a good girl for her stepdaddy.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, daddy kink, praise kink, pet names (honey, sweetheart)
Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡
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“Daddy please!” You whined.
Steve has been denying you of orgasms all night. It all started when you were about to leave the house to go to a Halloween party, wearing a costume very revealing and not you’re paying the price.
“What do you want sweetheart?” Steve asks.
“Please let me cum!” You begged.
“Nice try, but no.” He says.
You whined and threw your head back against the pillow. Your jaw dropped when Steve rubbed his fingers faster against your now sensitive clit. Your lower abdomen tightened. Your orgasm was coming closer and closer.
“I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.
Steve abruptly took his fingers away from you when you said that making you to whine in frustration.
“Not yet, honey.” He says.
Steve stood up and took off his clothes. You licked your lips when you seen his hard cock, leaking with precum.
“My eyes are up here.” He says, snapping his fingers in your face.
Steve got in between your legs. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, your legs were on either side of him. He rubbed his tip in between your folds, teasing your entrance.
“Daddy please!” You whined.
Steve chuckled at your desperateness. He slid his cock inside of you, inch by inch till he was fully inside of you. His hands gripped your hips as he began thrusting at a slow pace to tease you.
“Faster please, daddy!” You begged.
“Are you going to be my good girl?” Steve asks.
“Yes! I’ll be good! So good!” You say.
Steve increased the pace of his thrusts, faster and harder. One of his hands left your hips and found it’s way to your clit, rubbing it in circles with his fingers. Moans left your lips as you threw your head back against the pillow. Steve leaned down to kiss along your neck, nipping at your skin hard enough to leave hickeys behind.
“Such a good girl for daddy.” He says against your neck.
You felt a familiar tightening in your lower abdomen that you felt earlier. You had a feeling that Steve was going to deny you of another orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum, daddy!” You moaned.
“Cum for daddy, sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear as his fingers rubbed faster on your clit.
Your jaw dropped, his name left your lips as you came. Steve wasn’t too far behind you.
“Fuck!” Steve moans as he came inside of you.
His thrusts came to a slow stop. Steve pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling you against him.
“You’re daddy’s good girl.” Steve says.
“Mhmm.” You hummed.
🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡
-Bucky’s Doll
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see-the-divine · 6 months
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Kinktober Recs 2023
All Fic Recs
Note: Check the rules of each blog before reading please!! Enjoy 💗
masterlist by @holylulusworld
masterlist by @thyme-in-a-bubble
masterlist by @captainamericasmotercycle
masterlist by @gogogodzilla
masterlist by @lunarbuck
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becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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any chance you could write stepdad!steve catching you sneak back in from a party?
Pleaseeeeee 🤤 This is a lil short one but I might give it a second part
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"What time do you call this?" You knew you were fucked when the taxi dropped you home and the light in your kitchen illuminated the drive way. Your mum made a habit of turning it off every night and you were only getting away with this if everyone was asleep.
It was well past the time your mum and stepdad usually went to bed. Hell, it was well past the time you usually went to bed yourself. You didn't often stay up to 2:37am and you absolutely never stayed out that late. Despite the fact you're in your 20's, your new stepdad had set the rule that you were to be home by 1am every night. No exceptions. Asshole.
It usually wasn't hard to follow his rules. No boys in your bedroom. Don't stay out late. Fill up the fuel you use in the car. Nothing really out of the ordinary. But then again, he kept telling you that you weren't the rule breaking type anyway.
"Sorry, I lost track of time." You did your best to avoid looking at your stepfather while you lied through your teeth. You'd known damn well what time it was and you'd had every intention of staying out until the lights in the club came back on. You just didn't think you'd get caught.
"Mhm." Steve's hum almost sounded convincing, pausing while he folded his arms, his navy blue pyjama top straining around his biceps. "You expect me to believe that? You're a bright girl, sweetheart. I know you can tell the time."
Damn your own body for betraying you like this. His praise makes your tummy flutter and you know it's so damn wrong.
"I know you want to be a good girl, don't you?" He pauses again, waiting for your response and he seems satisfied when you nod. "Always so well behaved for me. You know what? I'll let you pick your own punishment. Just this once." His eyes are trained on your face, watching for any sign of discomfort at the way things are progressing.
"Option 1. I confiscate your car keys." Fair enough but that would be really inconvenient. "Option 2. I confiscate your phone." Oh no, absolutely not. "Option 3. I confiscate that shitty little vibrator you keep in the drawer beside your bed."
How does he even know you have that? It's mortifying enough that he feels able to punish you but this is a step further than you were expecting.
"No need to be shy about it, honey. I get it. You've got needs. Nothing to be embarrassed about. And if it makes you feel better, I could show you how a real man should touch you. You'll forget that little plastic thing even exists."
Fuck, that's an offer you could only ever have dreamed of. In fact, it's painfully close to what you imagine while you're frantically rolling the vibrator in question over your own clit.
"If you'd rather lose your car keys or your phone, feel free. Choice is yours." Steve sounds awfully nonchalant for someone who's just made a proposal like that but there's no chance you're turning down his offer.
"Option 3." Your voice is barely a squeak and you almost think you've made the wrong decision when Steve raises an eyebrow.
"Good girl. Go get it."
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babyjakes · 1 year
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event | kinktober 2022
prompt | finger sucking
pairing | dark!stepdad!steve rogers x reader
warnings | mean!dark!stepdad!steve, non/dubcon, ddlg vibes (steve refers to himself as daddy), forced orgasm
word count | 286
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an | this one’s for my sweet friend @junipermuses! you wrote stepdad!steve once and now i can’t stop thinking about him 🤤 i made him a little mean too, just as a treat 🫶
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mean!stepdad!steve fucks your sweet little pussy every chance he gets, even in the middle of the night when your mom (his wife) is sleeping in the next room over 😳 he’s got you sprawled out on your back against your pretty pink princess bedding (which of course he got you, he just thinks it’s so cute) and he’s pounding into you as he stuffs your mouth full of his fingers to give you something to suck on and muffle your whimpers and moans 🤤 “gotta be quiet, sweetheart. wouldn’t want your mother to hear, now would we? she’d be so disappointed to find out what a filthy little slut her daughter is in bed— fucking her own stepfather, how naughty” you were always hesitant towards his advances and tried to keep him from committing such heinous acts against you but he’s just so big and strong and there’s nothing you can do when he forces himself on you and takes what’s his 😔 he’s pounding you hard, not caring about the tiny squeaks of pain you’re letting out against his fingers as your drool drips down your chin. “that’s it, baby. take your daddy’s cock” he’s only turned on more when you start to cry 😩 “fucking look at you, so pathetic. drooling all over daddy’s fingers, what’s wrong, baby? don’t you like it when daddy fucks this little baby pussy?” he reaches down to rub your clit and you only sob harder, he knows he’s gonna make you cum. “c’mon, give it to me, slut. squeeze daddy’s dick— there you go,” he shoves his fingers further down your throat as you clench around him 😭 “see? knew you fucking love this, filthy fucking whore” 😌🫶
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onsunnyside · 1 year
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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞
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There’s no going back now. Welcome to my stepcest verse. Here you’ll find all of my series, fics, blurbs/drabbles and wip tags for: stepdad, stepdad’s best friend, stepbrother(s), etc., and all thots, including single pairings and crossovers.
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【 fluff, smut, angst, dark, (c)ompleted, request 】
˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | @onsunnysidelibrary | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 
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𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:
𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬; series ⤜ d, f, s
✧࿐ Ari has spent too long protecting you from the big bad world and all the monsters who inhabit it—including himself—for you to belong to someone else. See the Rush Collection. [soft dark!stepbrother!Ari Levinson, frat boys!CEvans characters, innocent!reader, university au, stepcest, grey character undertones, fratboy!Ari, innocent/virgin!reader]
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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot ⤜ s, r (c)
✧࿐ It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask. [stepdad!Ari Levinson, stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen, stepcest, innocent!/inexperienced!reader]
𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝?; one shot ⤜ f, s (c)
✧࿐ Curtis has always been your hero, and after a horror movie marathon, it’s no surprise you seek comfort in his bed. [Stepbrother!Curtis Everett x innocent!reader. Stepcest, somnophilia, corruption/ruined kink]
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𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬: [ faves | others ]
see each tag for asks/drabbles/blurbs.
bad boy stepbro!curtis
boyfriend!curtis and boyfriend’s stepdad!ari
bratty stepsis!reader x stepbro!ari 
cam!stepbro!ari
dark mafia!stepbro!ari
golden boy!frat boy!stepbro!steve rogers
nerd stepbro!jake jensen
stepbro!andy x party girl!reader
stepbro!bryce langley
stepbro!ransom x camgirl!reader
stepdad!bucky
stoner stepbro!ari
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𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: not tagged as wips.
smut = *
stepdad!Lloyd Hansen got with your family for business but wants to knock you up*
christmas with stepdad!Ari Levinson*
boyfriend’s stepdad!Lloyd Hansen (ft. boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale)*
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hakunawakanda · 1 year
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Peter: oh sh*t
Charles: language young boy !
Erik: where the f*ck did he learn that?
Charles: ...
Erik: what ?
Erik: oh f-
Charles: *sighs* language please.
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sofi1sstuff · 2 years
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🪖Steve Rogers recommendations🪖
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Ongoing
🪖Captain’s legacy (by @onsunnyside​): Steve Rogers is the prideful golden-haired captain of the football team, the vice president of Arcadia Phi, and a gleaming star amongst the dull, forgettable faces of school. He shines with domineering entitlement and an unbreakable resolve, and you were doomed from the moment you stepped onto campus.
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🪖Third eye (by @onsunnyside​): The man out of time meets a woman out of touch.
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🪖His sinful devotion (by @marvelcriminalhoe​​): You’re the preachers daughter. The innocent, young, church loving, preachers daughter. And Steve is one of the most eligible men in the church. Who is far older and more experienced than you. But he’s Steve, everyone trusts him. Which means you should to, especially when he sets his sights on making you his wife. Because Steve Rogers would never do anything wrong, or have you do anything wrong. Right?
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Completed (series/miniseries)
🪖What a world (by @onsunnyside​): S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that.
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🪖Photograph (by @kaiparker-avengerssmut​​): You find out what photo your husband keeps in his wallet
¨Part 1  Part 2
🪖All is fair (by @sunflowersoldat​): Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under pressure?
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One Shots
🪖Its always the quiet ones (by @bonky-n-steeb​): You set your eyes on the new doctor in town.
🪖The professional (by @labella420​​): You get your first professional massage
🪖Clandestine meetings and stolen stares (by @cruelfvkingsummer​​): Who knew Steve Rogers had kept such a pretty little secret?
🪖Good girl faith (by @cruelfvkingsummer​​): The world is ugly but at least it ahs you
🪖Religion (by @lanadelreyscokewhor3​​): Steve’s prayers have finally been answered after all these years, as he finds you waiting for him in the church he calls home. Captivated by him and his charm, you get swept up in his arms, to soon find out Steve isn't the saint he painted himself out to be.
🪖It’s you (by @rogersevans​​): It’s always been him. You’ve just never noticed it before, until it was too late. One confession in a heated moment changes your entire relationship with Steve.
🪖Lamb to the Slaughter (by @chrisevansredbelt​​): Steve takes a liking to you and your naivety. he also takes advantage of it.
🪖Enemies (by @assembletheimagines​): Captain America gets on your nerves. But he could say the same about you.
🪖No Strings Attached (by @viperbarnes​): “Every time you’ve called me, I’ve come,” Steve says, voice thick with hurt, and you clench your teeth. “Every. Time.”
🪖She calls me daddy (by @hertzwritings​​)
You can check other characters recommendations here
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avengersfantasies · 8 months
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missus-shadowsinger · 2 years
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Welp to cope with the dream that I had last night will be turned into a little Drabble
Who so ready for Stepdad!Steve or CEO!Steve or DBF!Steve. Not sure which way I wanna play it yet because all three could work.
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒆 (ma tarte aux cerises)
valentine's day masterlist - your daddy and his friend
summary - your stepdad steve bakes sweets for you.
the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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You walk out of your room, heading toward the kitchen, where an extremely sweet smell is wafting from. You are met with the sight of your stepdad Steve taking out a hot cherry pie and setting it next to some brownies with tiny pink hearts decorating them. You rub your eyes with a small pout on your lips, standing there, hugging your teddy close to your chest as you wait for him to notice you and desperately want to be offered a brownie.
Steve looks over and smiles, loving how cute you look standing there. “Hey, my little baby. Did you sleep okay?” You nod, waddling over and wrapping your little arms around his waist, planting your face into his chest as you hug him. Steve’s arms wrap around you tightly, squeezing you against him as he takes in your sweet scent. “That’s good, my sweet girl. Do you want a brownie?” You look up with a giant grin, nodding rapidly. Steve smirks, leaning over to grab a plate and a piece of the brownie. “You were just waiting for me to ask you, weren’t you, baby?” You shyly smile, nodding again as you grab the plate, stuffing your face before Steve can give you a fork.
“This is good, Daddy! Thank you, I can tell it was made with love.” You giggle, looking at him with large eyes as you continue to eat the brownie, cutely scrunching your nose as he leans down to kiss it softly. 
“I made them with the same amount of love I have for you.” He squeezes your hips, staring at you with love in his eyes. “Which is a lot, my little baby.” You pout, tears brimming in your eyes as your cheeks become rosy pink. 
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fineanddandy · 5 months
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Two Months Gone
Pack a Bag and Go
G’Mornin
Late Night Creeps
Relationship: stepdad!Steve Rogers x black!YA!stepdaughter x stepdad’s bff!Bucky Barnes
Warnings: cheating/infidelity, throuple, age gap (reader’s in their 20’s), unprotected sex, time jump, smut, graphic language, cursing, yelling/arguing, rough sex, rough dom, edging/withholding, Steve wildin, sex toy/vibrator, 18+
A/N: I had no intentions to go back and work on this series so soon but idk…felt motivated to knock out the last couple chapters. I believe the next one will be the last…that’s the plan at least. Steve’s losing his baby girl to his bestie…and he ain’t pleased…
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Wearing his boxers and a satisfied smile, Bucky stands over your mom’s stove, scrambling up some eggs after making you cum three times in a row. Before 8 am, pulling you out of your slumber with his thick sneaky tongue. It was his last day with you, so he had to leave you with a lasting impression. You were already up in your bed, gleefully resting your weak limbs, trying to distract yourself with a glimpse into a class syllabus so you wouldn’t be sad about Bucky going home, or sad about Spring Break being actually over. You really liked him being around the past few days, forging a real connection while his presence did nothing but edge Steve. You were sure once Bucky was down the road, he was going to punish you somehow for being too willing and able with his buddy. But how was that your fault when he practically gave Bucky the green light? And you didn’t invite him to come be with you, so what’s the deal? Grunting with a pout, you throw your papers down onto the floor and sigh, and wish this week didn’t have to be over, that you didn’t have to go back to reality.
Steve got ready for work with a little pep in his step, a little happy that Bucky was finally getting up outta his business. Don’t get him wrong, he loved Bucky to death, but Steve was tired of being in his feelings, and tired of him spending so much time with you. He couldn’t shake the feeling that you two were…closer than before, and that put a little fear in Steve. He didn’t want to lose you to his best friend, didn’t want to lose you period. Selfish or not, he didn’t want to break up what he had going.
“Baby girl,” Steve calls out to you, poking his head in your door, bringing you out of your depressing thoughts, “I’m off to work.”
“Oh…ok Steve…” You kinda shrugged indifferently, sulking back into the bed.
He asks as he takes a step inside, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” your head shakes, “Not ready to go back to school.”
Steve hums a grin as he sits on the edge of your bed. “Yeah I’m sure,” He brushes a soft hand up your arm, “it was a nice break huh…”
Way better than you imagined. His fingertips find the edge of your pouty lips. “Yeah…I needed it. Now it’s back to studying and papers…”
“It’ll be fine. Won’t see you before you go but I’ll see you soon okay? I’ll miss you so much. Will you miss me?”
“Of course Steve,” you take his hand and kiss the palm of his hand, and he sinfully smiles.
“Be good for me,” he whispers as he kisses your forehead goodbye. Lingering a second, Steve felt a little weird about this goodbye. Gave him an odd stir in the pit of his stomach. Even though you’re sweet and loving, something in your touch tells him she’s disconnected. Has Bucky done something to you? Steve doesn’t have the time to ask, he was already running a little late. Maybe he was just overreacting; the past few days were tough on him. Every giggle, every moan, every touch got under his skin, and Bucky was basking in it. No matter how much Steve convinced himself nothing serious was going on between you and Bucky, he couldn’t shake this unnerving feeling that something has happened…
“Oh whoops!” Holding your breakfast in one hand, Bucky chuckles as he avoids colliding into Steve coming out your room. “Off to work bud?”
Spinning out of his way with a grimace, Steve glares him down standing there all happy in his underwear. “Mmm yeah…when are you heading out?”
“In a couple hours,” Bucky gleefully announces, “After I give our girl a proper goodbye,” winking down at what he cooked for you.
Steve’s over it, heading towards the stairs with a tired sigh. “You’ve been giving her a proper goodbye all morning.” He had heard enough of her blissful cries in passing. “Don’t keep her too long Buck.”
“Alright dad, chill.” A crooked smirk creeps up his cheek. “She won’t be late for school…promise…besides no tellin when I’ll see her again. In a month…maybe next week…”
Steve scrunches his face up, slowing his pace and turning his chin back over his shoulder. The way Bucky said…what the hell did he mean…
“Hey, better get going bud. Don’t wanna be late.” Bucky pats him on the shoulder, distracting him from his suspicious mind. “I’ll call you from the road alright? Been a fun fuckin week huh…” Opening your bedroom door, Bucky smiles as he slips inside. Steve stands there dumbfounded as he shuts the door, grumbling to himself and stalking away as he hears your happy laugh from the hall. He really has to get to work before he does something stupid.
“This looks so good.” You grin down at the plate sitting in your lap, licking your lips in anticipation. You were lowkey kidding when you said you deserved breakfast in bed after the night you two had. You really didn’t think Bucky actually would. So fuckin sweet.
“Mmm you look so good…” Bucky croons as he leans in for a kiss of your cheek, crawling onto your messy bed. He really loves to see you smile so big. Makes his stomach flip. “Good enough to eat again…and again...” His lips sinfully curl as they brush down your jawline.
“Yeah, yeah…” you take a big bite of bacon and huff a chuckle, letting Bucky kiss up on your neck. “If you’re so hungry…have some bacon…” you hold it out for him to bite but he’s too busy feeling you up to notice.
“I’m full baby thanks…” he whispers against your skin damp with his saliva, running his nimble fingertips down your stomach. “Open your legs…”
You snatch up the plate with a happy gasp, your thighs falling open in the process. “But Bucky!”
He’s no longer concerned about your breakfast as he snakes his way down your body, under the plate hovering in the air. You’re still chomping down on bacon as he pushes up your shirt to kiss your bellybutton, pulling your panties off your hips. Settling back in the bed you hum a blissful moan, smiling at the way he traces the tip of his tongue up and down your throbbing slit. This is the third time this morning he’s gone down on you. Bucky’s gluttonous…addicted, and you can���t be more honored that it’s you he craves.
Bucky licks your wetness off his lips as he softly mutters, “just enjoy breakfast baby…I got you…” dipping his wiggling tongue inside your fluttering hole.
“Oh fuck Bucky…” The plate wobbles in your hold. Holy shit, he’s so good at this, but you’re so damn hungry. Practically empty from all the work you had been putting on Bucky and he in return. How are you supposed to eat when he’s eating you like a ravenous monster. Nearly choking on a piece of bacon, your toes curl, you lurch up off the bed, whining out as you gasp for air, “thought…you were…full…”
Bucky’s dark chuckle beats into your contracting pussy as he slips a finger in over his tongue. “Never too full of you…” He grins at the mess he’s made, your hot pink muscles trembling around his playful fingertips.
You hurriedly drop your plate of lukewarm eggs down on your nightstand as your spine curves, your greasy fingers fisting your sheets. You shout out, “fuck—don’t stop!”
“Don’t wanna…” Bucky softly shakes his head, caresses your clit with the tip of his nose. Your heat’s forever imbedded into his lungs, onto his tastebuds. “Don’t wanna leave my place between your legs…”
Your pussy throbs, infatuated by the things he says, the way he drinks your essence like it’s some magical elixir. God Bucky was just making it even harder to say goodbye. The past few days alone with him were a lot of fun, loving, and there was no telling when you’d see him again. Deep down, you were hurting, but he was doing such an amazing job distracting you, the sadness hadn’t settled in yet.
You wring the sheets tighter in your clenched fists, shuddering over his snaky tongue. “Don’t want you to leave either…gonna miss you so much Bucky…”
“Me? Or my tongue…my dick…” He muses, sucking noisily at your swollen clit which sends you into hysterics.
“Oh my god all of you…all of you wolfie baby fuck…”
Your shaky whimpers sends waves of convulsions up and down his dick. “Gonna miss you too baby…miss you more…” Bucky hushly confesses, grinding his dick against the firm mattress for some relief, grunting into your shaky thighs as he grinds harder. “Gonna be so miserable without you…”
A weak chill falls down your spine. “No baby…”
“Mmyeah, yeah I am…” He nods against your burning flesh, batting his lashes up at you with those sweet cool eyes as your pussy loudly squelches around his curved fingers. “How long am I supposed to go without you…”
Staring deep into his eyes, you sigh weightlessly, jaw dropped and panting. “I…I don’t know…”
“Not long, I know that…” He gradually removes his pruning skin from your dripping wet hole, and gently strokes his fingertips up and down your slit. Nibbling and pecking at your jumpy thigh, he smears your wetness around, never taking his eyes off you. “Remember what I said? About coming to see you?”
Your lungs anxiously spasm. “Yeah…”
“Would you really be ok with that?” His soiled fingers trace over his puffy pink lips just before they curiously dip in between them.
“Fuck, of course Bucky. I…I want you…want you to…” you gulp down a loud moan, trying to catch your breath but he’s got you on the edge.
As his dick easily slips in so deep, you desperately cry out, grabbing a fistful of hair. Bucky dips his mischievous smile into your trembling shoulder, fluidly pumping your guts.
“Mmm fuck can’t wait baby…” he breathlessly mutters, gripping your headboard to drive harder into your pussy, “gonna break your little dorm room bed…”
You can’t help but giggle a little under your tortured mewling. “Then where will I sleep?”
Biting down on your collarbone he grunts with a snap of his hips, “with me…at my place…”
Incidentally you claw his scalp, yank his hair. He’s not saying… “Oh Bucky…” your limbs tremor as your lower belly warms, stiffening as your orgasm consumes your nerves.
His thick shoulders shudder as his stroke stutters. Right behind you his load’s thundering up his veiny girth. “I’ll take care of you baby…” he offers in broken whispers, “be so goddamn good to you…”
He is. He’s never felt this way about any woman, ever. Nevermind the sex, it was the steadfast connection, the impact you left on him. There’s nobody else, only you. And fuck Steve, how he feels or what he thinks. No matter what he’ll do to try to break you guys up, Bucky wasn’t going fuckin anywhere without you.
You didn’t come home for damn near over two months fuckin around with Bucky. If he wasn’t whisking you off on surprise trips and dates, he was locked away in your dorm room weekend after weekend. It was becoming quite clear that he was officially your boyfriend, and was really committed to spending time with you. How could you complain. Every minute you two were together was great. He’d help you study for exams, celebrate your accomplishments, silently sit with his own book when you needed. He took you places you’d never seen before, occasionally wine and dined you, showed you what life was like as Bucky Barnes’s girlfriend. And life was grand, so grand in fact you were hardly concerned about any other dudes or your needy ass stepdad. Steve had been blowing you up, begging for you to come home he missed you so bad. That’s all he said. I miss you baby girl come to me…. He made you feel a little guilty for spending all your time with Bucky and not him. And you kinda missed Steve in some ways…but what were you supposed to do with him in the long run? Exist in his twisted little throuple forever? No way in hell that’s going to happen…no way Bucky was going to allow him to do that to you.
Steve was absolutely chomping at the bit to see you, smell you, hear your voice anything. You’d been giving him the cold shoulder any time he called or texted. Always in class or busy studying, which was bullshit and Steve knew it. That odd feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach made him so sick, so crazy, he didn’t know what to do. Did he say or do something wrong? Was Bucky doing something shady behind his back? Did one of the bonehead’s at your school actually succeed obtaining your attention? He was losing his shit, doing his best not to take his stress out on your concerned mom, who was under the impression Steve was having a hard time with some project at work. She’d do anything to make him happy, blow him, make his favorite meal whatever, but nothing would do. He just needed to talk to you, physically touch you, to pacify all the paranoid voices in his head. You’re his baby girl after all…you wouldn’t dare ghost him…
“Steve’s gone out of town.” You reiterated for the fifth time, just to be sure. Your mom was begging you to come home to get some rest, and you didn’t want to run the risk of bumping into your stepdad while doing so.
“Ugh, yes, some business trip or whatever. Who cares. I wanna see you so…please come home. Come take a break.”
With Bucky actually busy doing something else other than doting on you, and your roommate working, you could. You missed your bed, and your mom’s cooking.
“Alright…as long as it’s just the two of us…”
“Of course boo. I’ll schedule us a spa appointment, cool?”
Hook, line and sinker. Bougie self care is the best care. Good thing Steve will be gone, you could use some girl talk. You kinda wanted to talk to your mom about your feelings towards Bucky, since a lot of this serious relationship shit was a little new to you. You just won’t mention him by name; she’ll most likely be weirded out by the fact you’re with an older man, let alone your stepdad’s best friend.
You wearily walk through the front door, looking around for any sign of Steve but the house is dead silent, still. Shutting the door with your back, you huff a thankful sigh. It’s good to be home. Stomping up the stairs to your room, you pull out your phone to text your mom you made it home safely, then pull up your text thread with your ‘wolfie bb 😛😈’ to reply to a text you missed on the road.
Be safe beautiful. Don’t miss me too much.
You drop your bag at your door, grinning down at your screen. You were already missing him like crazy. Being back home made you miss him even more.
Too late daddy. I’m home…thinkin about you already…
Biting back a snicker you plop down on your freshly made bed, waiting for his reply, actually thinking about the last time he was here. Sheets completely ruined. Cracked headboard. Body sore as fuck for days. Glancing up at the damage he left with a smirk, you heave a lustful sigh, play with the wolf charm dangling around your neck. A text notification regains your attention.
I bet…what about your wolfie huh?
Steve’s feeling incredibly foolish speeding down the highway, heading to your school to catch a glimpse of you. He didn’t know what else to do, he hasn’t heard from you, so yeah about time he got in his car and forced you to talk to him. Fuck if this makes him look crazy. You were making him crazy, so. What if he catches you with some boy? With Bucky?! Steve cards a shaky hand through his hair. He really doesn’t know what he’ll do if that happens. Fuck, he just needs to get his hands on you, look deep into your brown eyes. Only then will he feel at ease.
His phone vibrates in the passenger seat. Steve only glances, eyeing a notification from the Ring camera at the front door. At first, he mostly ignores it, could be a passing car triggering the motion sensor, but then he quickly checks the time and frowns. Wait…what—glancing back at the black screen sitting there he swipes up the device, focusing on the thumbnail. Is that you?! Are you home and didn’t even bother to tell him?! What the fuck?! Steve chunks his phone across the car, ferociously cutting across lanes to get off at the nearest exit. Wow…Steve scoffs, tightening his grip around the steering wheel, pressing down on the gas. Something fucked up’s definitely going on.
The way you fucked me into the front door before you left…
That time was…different, more romantic than all the others. His kisses supple, his strokes thoughtful. Gazing into your teary eyes, Bucky took his sweet, sweet time fucking his goodbye into you. The softest you’d ever seen him. You thought about that moment often.
Mmm baby…you were burning hot and so fuckin wet…just thinking about it makes my dick ache
You tut a laugh, imagining Bucky adjusting his stiff dick in the leg of his pants. And now your pussy’s throbbin as you slip into that moment. Your ankles locked around his massive rolling hips, playing with his soft luxurious hair, breathlessly laughing and calling his name into his big mouth. God you missed him so damn bad.
Wish you were here Bucky. Could be filling the house with my moans…
Can’t wait to be with you again baby. Gonna worship that pussy until I can’t stand…
You sigh a smile, envisioning his big ass on his hands and knees, swirling his tongue around between your thighs. Fuck you can’t wait to be with him either. Almost tempted to touch yourself but you’d rather save it for later when Bucky wasn’t busy. You shove yourself up off the bed and unpack your bag, dumping a couple school books on your desk. As you pace about your room, preparing for your weekend, you immerse yourself in your thoughts of everything Bucky. His derpy smile, his insanely cute laugh. You never thought you’d like a guy so much, let alone a guy like Bucky, but damn he made it so easy. For a minute there, you thought you’d go most of your life secretly fuckin Steve you were so into him, you thought you’d never want another man. Could you have really gone on like that? Lately, that doesn’t even seem realistic, so unlike you. Bucky came into your life for good reason. And you’re extremely grateful.
Tires screech as Steve slams on his brakes, tearing the gear into park just before he flies out his car, the door loudly popping shut behind him. The sound startles you up. The fuck was that? You stop everything, shifting your eyes around, listening hard. It isn’t time for your mom to come home yet, and Steve’s supposed to be long gone. So maybe it was just a neighbor or something. You let it go with a shrug, going back to what you’re doing and not even a second goes by before you hear someone at the front door, and your heart drops. Oh my god…Steve?! Can’t be—fuck! You don’t know what to do, tempted to hide but what’s the point. He was going to find you. There’s no avoiding this shitty fuckin talk.
The front door swings open, bouncing off the adjacent wall with a big thud. You’re really trying to keep your cool but holy fuckin shit, you’re hardly prepared to see Steve. Your name thunders from the entry. “Are you here?!” Bam! The door slams shut and the house falls silent once again.
You’re barely breathing, anticipating his next move. Shit! Shit-fuck he’s actually here! Fuck he’s about to lose his shit! Steve doesn’t give you a chance to answer his mighty footsteps rumble up the stairs in less than a minute. Frozen in fear, you eye your phone still sitting on the bed, wishing it was in hand so you can send Bucky a 911 text but there’s no time. Steve comes rushing in, furious and out of breath, staring at you shell shocked in the middle of your room. Something’s seriously going on. He’s never seen you looked so freaked out before.
First thing out of his mouth, “Where the fuck have you been?!” Even though it’s clear where you’ve been. He really means who.
But something about his outraged tone though, irks you, snaps you right out of your fear induced haze. “What the fuck Steve, at school? I told you I’ve been busy.”
A thin lie…but it’s the one you’ve been feeding him since Bucky’s become a constant in your life. You haven’t seen Steve this mad in a while. Back when it turned you on. Now it just sets you off. Who the fuck does he think he is comin at you like this?! Hands on his hips, all flustered and disheveled. He looks fuckin crazy.
“Oh that’s fuckin bullshit and you know it.” He almost charges you but stops himself with a hard sigh, a clenched fist. “Who is he huh? One of those lil immature assholes in your fuckin class?”
Folding your arms across your chest, you scoff, “Steve, no, calm the fuck down.” Those chumps up against Bucky? You almost laugh in his face for assuming.
“Is it Bucky, huh?! Have y’all been seeing each other behind my back?!” He almost wishes because at least then it’d all make sense. At least then all his suspicions have been correct since Bucky left.
“Why would we do that huh?” Your shoulders shrug, your face flat and indifferent. Deny, deny, deny. At least you can play that game. But will Steve fall for it? Fuck, for your sake? You hope and pray…but keep your cool.
His shaky hand slices through the air between you two. “Don’t fuckin play with me Y/N…are you fuckin someone behind my back?!”
“Behind your back. Steve.” You side eye him with a smack of your lips. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not your girlfriend. You’re married to my mom for fuck’s sake!”
His forehead creases as he shrills, “Like that mattered before?!”
“Steve, seriously, you need to calm the fuck down.” You can’t take his shouting much longer. To get your thoughts straight, you need him to shut up and calm the hell down. He really has no room, no fuckin right.
Steve does need to calm the fuck down; he probably looks so crazy, flipping the fuck out over you living your fuckin life. Which you’re allowed to do you’re a young adult, and you’ve always done whatever the fuck you wanted. He liked that about you before the three of you fell down this rabbit hole. And now Steve’s trying to scramble his way out, desperately trying to keep you when clearly he’s been losing you since Bucky swooped in. What’d he do, depending on Bucky for a helping hand. Absolutely fucked himself that’s what.
Steve fists his hair and begins to pace. “You just don’t know what I’ve been going through baby. It’s been so long, and I miss you so fuckin much. Been going so crazy with you ignoring me and not coming to see your daddy. Why are you doing this to me huh? Didn’t I tell you to be good for me?”
Gah that pains you a little bit. Steve was your daddy, the one you craved for, but the universe answered your prayer. Knocked Steve right off course. You knew this day would come, and that he wouldn’t handle it well but Jesus…not like this.
“And who says I haven’t?”
You’re keeping it too cool, too calm and that’s pissing Steve right the fuck off. Your settled demeanor is making him look like the weirdo. Where did that fear go? Why weren’t you shouting back or crying? He wanted you on your knees confessing and begging, apologizing for disobeying. Not staring at him like he’s fucked up, rolling your eyes and dismissing his mania. If he looks insane, it’s because you’re making him fuckin insane. Just tell the truth.
“Don’t lie to me.” Steve grumbles, taking a couple steps towards you. Your spine straightens. Shit. “Are you and Bucky fuckin behind my back?!”
“Oh my god no!” You unexpectedly shout in return, tossing your fed up hands in the air. “I haven’t seen him since Spring Break fuck!”
No matter how good of a performance you were putting on, Steve just knows you’re fuckin lying. The longer he stares at you, the stronger that sick feeling gets in his stomach. If it is Bucky, why not say so? Shouldn’t be that big of a deal if it’s just sex, right? You’d come home still willing to lay down for him, be his lil obedient baby girl. But obviously, it’s more than that. There’s more to you and Bucky. And if there weren’t any feelings, then you’d give him what he wants…right?
“Prove it.”
Steve menacingly closes in on you, voice dark and low, fist drawn at his side. By the look in his glare, you know what’s coming next. You gulp down your erratic heartbeat, trying to stay cool but it’s fading with each step he takes.
“What? How?”
This can go anywhere; no telling what sexually deviant plan he’s concocting in that pretty head of his. Two months…it’s been that long since Steve’s been anywhere near you so this really can go one of two ways. Sweet, sensual but possessive or angry, jealous…marking his territory. Like those late nights in your room after Bucky satisfied you til you went numb. The unknown had you a little nervous, a little wet. You really can’t help the small hold he still has on you. Deprogramming is a process.
“I don’t care, but you better fuckin figure it out. Cuz either way, you’re going to make up the past two months up to me baby girl.”
He towers over you like how he used to and your body reacts in all types of ways. Ache. Disgrace. Gut wrenched. “But Steve—,”
He pinches your chin and jerks you in. His warm breaths grace your skin as he sinfully whispers, “Sh, sh…don’t resist me. No need…especially if you’re not fuckin anyone else...” His brow sharpens, challenging you once more to confess.
“Steve…I’m not—,”
Well if that’s the case, what’s that look in your eye for then? Why are you hesitant? He won’t let you get another false word out. Over hearing your bullshit. Time for action.
“Then…make this easy for yourself baby girl, or…I’ll dish out your punishment as I see fit.”
If only you could come up with something, but you’re so worried your mind draws a blank. You’d rather do whatever he wants and get it over with anyway. It’s just…your body almost didn’t want to allow it. Don’t get it twisted, Steve’s still hot and the chemistry’s still there but…Bucky…
“So…what’s it going to be…”
Fall in line for the sake of your relationship? Or blow your whole world up with the truth? Gaping up in Steve’s fiery eyes, you quickly weigh your options and decide it’d be best if you just give this asshole what he wants. Let the cards fall where they may once he’s fuckin over himself. Bucky’ll understand why.
You take in a deep breath and release a long, correcting sigh, switching into the needy girl you used to be for your stepdad. Batting your eyelashes, you pout and put on, “I’m sorry…I’ll—I’ll be good and…and take my punishment daddy…” leaning into graze his soft pink lips.
“Mmm…now you know how to act?” Steve twists his grin over your full lips. “Now that you’re back you wanna be good for me?”
“Of course…I missed you…” you whisper, lightly pecking him, attempting to soothe his nerves, “so sorry daddy. Didn’t mean to make you worry…”
Steve huffs a heavy sigh, nuzzling the bridge of his nose along yours, returning your tiny kisses. It’s been so long you feel so fuckin good on his burning skin. God he missed the fuck out of you. Hated to be so mad at you, all he wanted to do was make you feel good. But you’re fuckin lying. It has to be Bucky. Every little thing he had said and done during Spring Break had been on obsessive replay. Y’all were trying to play him for a fuckin idiot but nah…he’s hip to the bullshit. You can thank your two month absence for that.
Your tiny kisses only distract him so much. Clawing the hair along your nape line, Steve begins to draw you down to the floor. “Get on your fuckin knees…” he growls, glaring you down as you wearily bend at your wobbly knees. Your wide brown eyes make his dick swell. “Unzip me baby girl. And make it quick…need to feel the back of your throat.”
Once you settle onto the carpet, you go for Steve’s bulging zipper, gulping as you slowly pull the teeth apart. He hasn’t been on your tongue in so long you wonder if it’ll feel different…wrong. Should be fine, you reassure yourself. You graze his taut warm flesh as you pull his pants and underwear down, springing his angry hard cock free. Dripping wet your mouth tingles to life, wrapping your fingers around his girth. He throbs to life beneath your knuckles, and your heart skips a familiar but faint beat. You flicker your gaze up Steve’s front. He still looks so good, you have to admit, staring down at you, waiting for you to take him. There’s an aroused tingle in your shoulders, a flutter between your legs. You part your lips with a soft sigh, exposing your pink tongue for him as you gradually aim him for your open mouth. It’s not Bucky…you can’t get the thought of your head. It’s distracting, a safety pin to the chest, and holding you back from giving it to Steve like he likes. You know how to handle him, know how to turn him the fuck out, but…it’s not Bucky.
You hold him down your clenched throat, and Steve coughs a gasp, rolls his head back. He throbs against your contracting muscles, causing you to choke and gag a little. But instead of taking it and holding him there, you pull him out to lightly suck and play with the tip. Barely stroke his shaft. Steve drops his chin with a pinched brow, glaring down at you like what the fuck. He rolls his hips, slipping his dick deeper into your hot wet mouth and without noticing, you jerk your head back a bit.
“For someone who isn’t fuckin someone else, you sure actin different.” Smacking your hand off, Steve takes ahold of his dick and shoves himself back into his rightful place. “Take my fuckin dick like the good girl you are.”
Back down your throat he goes, fucking your face since you’re clearly elsewhere and can’t do it yourself. You inhale a sharp breath, moaning and whining around him taking advantage of his strength. Softly hissing through grinding teeth, fisting his shirt up his toned abs. You gulp each swift stroke, fight your gag reflex. Drool slips from the corner of your swollen lips as you try to control your frantic breaths.
“Ah yeah…yes baby…fuck yeah that’s it I knew you could do it. Knew you were still my good girl, my baby girl. Knew you still wanted your daddy.”
Maybe you did, it was nice gagging on his fat dick again. But with every slurp, you imagined Bucky grunting over you instead of Steve. And it helped, for a while, until he grabbed your hair in an unfamiliar way, taking you right out of your vision. Reminding you who’s actually down your throat. You gag hard, pull away, but Steve forces you back in place. You choke and gag some more, push yourself off by his thighs but he’s got a good grip on the back of your head. Pushing his dick as far as he can down your constricting esophagus he holds you steady.
“What the fuck is wrong with you baby girl huh…” Steve chuckles at your muffled gargles, letting you loose once he thinks you’ve had enough. “It’s not Bucky’s dick?”
You hard swallow your coughs back down, take a minute to catch your breath, to regain your senses. God you could punch him in the dick for that. Shocked, pissed off, you reach for your sore throat, but Steve slaps your hands away and snatches up your achy jaw.
“Is that who you want? Who you prefer huh? My dick doesn’t cut it? Doesn’t do anything for you anymore?”
You barely have the voice to whisper, “Sorry—,”
“Sorry. That’s all you can say to me? Sorry?” Steve distastefully smacks his lips, tightens his grip around your trembling chin. “Are you really though. Don’t think so…nah you’re just sayin what you think I wanna hear. But you know what I wanna hear…?” Cautiously, you shake your head no. “Wanna hear the fuckin truth baby girl…”
“Steve I am tellin you the truth it’s only you—,”
Pop. You scoff a surprised gasp, covering your cheek with your clammy palm as you narrow your glare. Did this…did—did he just…dick slap you?!
“The truth?” Steve tuts a chuckle, cocks a coy smirk. He doesn’t know where that came from but it felt really fuckin nice. “You’re fuckin lyin to my face. So…since you won’t nut up and tell me that it’s Bucky that’s got you so dickmatized that you can’t even suck my dick properly…” he bends at the hip to mischievously whisper, “I’m going to force it out of you…”
“Fuck…” The word falls from your swollen lips. You meant to say that in your head, but the airy obscenity pulls his sick smirk even longer. Steve’s got you where he wants you.
“Open your fuckin mouth baby girl…” he barks, yanking your chin up, forcing your mouth open, your tongue out. “Wider…fuckin wider. Like you mean it…” Steve tuts another laugh with a shake of his head, angling the head of his dick over your flat tongue. “Touch yourself.” He breathlessly demands, lightly tapping his leaky tip on your drying tastebuds as you blindly unbutton your jeans and stuff a timid hand inside your panties. The moment your middle fingertip presses on your clit you roar a tender moan.
“Are you turned on?” Steve quirks a brow, popping your noisy mouth and tongue a few more times, then brushes his weight back and forth over your damp lips. “By me? Or are you thinkin about your fuckin boyfriend?” Pap. He lands another moist slap where he hit you before with a sadistic chuckle and you don’t react. Hold your stance. “Is that what he is now? Your boyfriend? Did you two really think you’d get away with that?” Steve forces his length back down your open throat, muffling back all your mewling and gasping. “Mmm…bet I’m turning you on now, pussy sounds so wet. Look so fuckin good stuffed with my dick. Miss you down there worshipping me…”
Your whole body shudders, gushing a bit because you feel incredibly good considering. Thing is, you and Bucky were getting away with it, and that’s what was pissing him off the most. That his gut was right all along but he wanted to give you both the benefit of the doubt. You two would have been just fine another month or so if you would have just stayed away like you planned. But maybe this is how it was supposed to happen.
Steve grips your arm as he relieves your sore throat, jerking your hand out of your pants. Your folds throb in need. Your saliva drops off his stiff veiny dick. He helps you to your feet and pushes you over to your side of the bed.
“Get your little toy, and lie down on the bed…” Steve rips your jeans down your legs and helps you step out of them before you reach over to your nightstand drawer to pull out your vibrator. You sit it down on your lap as you sit back on the bed, watching Steve drop his pants, stroke his dick for you. You can’t think the last time you’d seen him this hard, this enraged by the guy you were fucking. None of the strange men you picked up at bars made him react like this. Then again, they were just flings, and not his best friend since childhood. Steve pushes your knees up and opens your thighs wide, pulling your panties to the side to get a glimpse at how wet you are. He always thought your pussy was so fuckin pretty, just lookin at it made his dick tremble. Steve curls a knuckle and begins to faintly trace your slit, huffing out a needy moan. Your spine slightly arches off the bed, you fist the duvet. Your pussy’s burning up under his teasing touch. You can’t help it.
“Tuh…boyfriend…” Steve smacks his pink lips with a small roll of his eyes, “how dare you. If that’s what you wanted, then why couldn’t you just tell me that, huh?”
Removing his sticky knuckle, he grabs a firm hold of his dick and slaps it on your puffy clit. Gasping and yipping, your hips jump off the bed but Steve pushes you back down, circling his tip around your entrance. Only slipping in just a little to tempt you. He plucks your toy off the bed and flips it on with a crazy smile, dropping its vibrating head down towards your pulsating clit.
“Guess it was easy huh…Bucky’s free, a good guy, into you…” Steve spits down on your slit just before contact, and your body goes into hysterics. Your folds wildly contracting all around his enraged head. His breath shakes along with your vibrator. “Fuckin handed you over to him as a courtesy…and this asshole has the audacity to steal you from me?!”
You shout as Steve abruptly slams his dick so deep inside you, really grinds your vibrator into your clit. Dying to draw up the bed, away from him, but fuck, your pussy gushes and your limbs shudder. You gasp for air, fisting the covers tighter as your spine curls some more. But just as you start to really feel good, he pulls all the way out, takes the toy off your clit.
“He could have been a fuckin man about and just told me he was falling for you. What, were you scared? Huh…that says something…don’t you think?” His throbbing dick pops your quivering folds. “Scared of hurting my feelings?” Smack. “Scared that I’d react irrationally?” Smack, pop! You whimper and cry, jump and squirm.
“Steve—we, we didn’t mean—fuck—for this to…to happen fuck…”
“Still could have fuckin told me the truth…” he growls, shallowly dipping his dick back inside your creamy hole, “but he’s too much of a fuckin coy lil pussy…” A tingle creeps down your spine as he slowly fills you up with each word.
“Oh my god Steve…”
“It’s still fuckin daddy baby girl.” Snapping his hips he dives deep, sitting the vibrator on your clit as he goes in. “I don’t give a flying fuck what you two do, when you’re with me, it’s still fuckin daddy…”
Opening wider for his aggressive thrusts, you moan out, “oh fuck daddy,” meeting his flexed hips with your own shaky thighs. With your toy in play, you were bound to bust any minute now, but that’s not the name of the game this time round.
“Nu uh…no ma’am…” Steve grumbles, turning off your vibrator before he tosses it across the room. Taking you by your bended knees, he pulls you apart and leans down between your weak legs. “You don’t get to cum. Not by me, nu uh, not anymore.” His head softly shakes as he snakes his tongue up your slit, gently circling the tip around your clit. “That’s what you have him for. Now…you’re simply used for my pleasure.”
Steve missed the way you taste the most, taking his time slithering his tongue in and out of your pussy, slurping up your wetness until he felt like you had enough. Your near silent whimpers and squeals are like a symphony. He comes up a mess covered in his spit and your essence, dick harder than before.
Towering over you, he gravelly mumbles, “take your shirt off…wanna cum on your tits…”
You reach for your hem, but then remember—shit, your necklace! Oh god…the second Steve sees it…you froze out of fear.
Steve gradually pierces his way back between your textured walls. “Take it off.” He grunts, roughly yanks and pulls at the neck until you snap out of it and hurriedly pull it over your head. He flickers a confused frown. “The fuck is that?”
There was no hiding the blinding charm against your golden brown skin. Under the sunlight, it was beautiful on you. But it wasn’t a gift from Steve. He pinches the wolf charm between his finger and thumb, twirling it around.
“Huh…isn’t this cute…” He couldn’t stop staring at it. A necklace?! If Bucky’s done this much, then everyone’s way in over their heads. Means he’s really falling for you. Means Steve’s really and truly fucked. This isn’t how it was supposed to happen. He fists the charm, tightening the rope chain around your neck. He wasn’t supposed to fall for you. Steve grips your waist. “Don’t you fuckin cum…”
Choking on your anxious breaths, you claw onto his arm for dear life, ready yourself for a beating. He digs his nails into your flesh, tightens his fist at your neck and hits you solid, so deep in your guts you bounce off his pelvis. Over and over, grazing against your spot in your lower belly, keeping a steady strong stroke. Steve bores his fiery stare into your teary eyes as he grunts and groans over you trying to keep it together.
Don’t cum.
“Aww fuck baby…I feel you…you wanna cum for your daddy, don’t you?”
Don’t cum.
“Silly little slut…can’t help yourself, can you? Doesn’t matter if it’s me or him, you like to be fucked.” Steve snickers, taunting you as he long strokes you into losing yourself. “You cum for me, then you’re betraying your poor Bucky. Huh? Then don’t cum…no matter how good I feel inside you, don’t…fuckin…cum…”
“Fuck—daddy!” You gasp sharply, clawing his flexed muscles as you stiffen up. Don’t you fuckin dare cum.
Steve erupts into breathless laughter as a wave of euphoria sweeps over his entire sweaty body. His chest heaves, his load rushes up his convulsing dick, and he moans out your name. It’s been so long since he’s been with you, the power of his orgasm blindsides Steve. As he yanks out of your fluttering pussy, he simultaneously pulls on your necklace, busting his load all over your torso.
“Oh fuck yes. Fuck yes. Fuck…” he empties every paranoid thought and frustration out on you gaping up at your frayed necklace still dangling in his fist. You can’t believe what just happened.
“What…the fuck Steve…”
He had to have done that on purpose. As a message. As a big fuck you to you both. Tears fills your eyes as you drape your hand over where the charm usually rests on your chest. Following your sad gaze, he opens up his hand and smiles.
“Oh no…” he pouts, discarding it down onto the distorted covers, “not your necklace…”
You urgently sit up in the bed and scoop it up into your hand, glaring at Steve pull his pants up with a pompous grin. “You’re such a fuckin asshole!”
“And you’re such a good girl…poor pussy’s hurtin huh…” He pinches your cheek with a playful wink, grazing his fingertips down your jawline. “Better call that boyfriend of yours to clean up this mess. I would but gotta get to the office.” Tipping up you chin to give you a little kiss, Steve darkly whispers against your lips, “see you later…”
Baby…you still thinkin about me? Sorry I got busy…
Thinkin about you…and your mouth…your luscious thighs…
Baby…
You okay? Did you fall asleep?
…what’s going on
Sniffling, you read his texts and wipe your furious tears away. Shit, how were you going to tell him what the fuck just happened. How he broke your precious necklace. How he for sure knows about you and Bucky. You’re so mad at yourself for not listening to your gut and staying at school. Now everything’s fucked. Fuck…you’re trying to dry up before you call him, you didn’t want to sound upset. You have no idea how Bucky will take what Steve did to you but you have to tell him.
The phone rang once before his voice rang, “My girl. You had me so worried I was about to get in my truck.”
You sniffle and croak, “Bucky…”
He falls silent on his end, listening to the sound of your weak voice. A panic sets in. “What’s wrong.”
His serious tone urges more tears. “I didn’t say anything Bucky I swear. I swear but he knows. Steve knows it’s you Bucky, knows we’re together but I didn’t tell him. I swear baby…”
“Baby, baby, ssshhhh it’s ok, it’s ok. Calm down. I know you didn’t tell him.” He shushes your frantic cries. Steve was bound to figure it out. “What did he do? Did he hurt you?”
In a couple ways but… “No—no Bucky, nothing like that—,”
“Then why do you—,”
“You know why…” you caress your neck, throat still sore when you swallow. Your fingertips sadly trace where your cool chain should be. “He broke my necklace…I should have taken it off but—but he wasn’t supposed to be here. I’m so sorry Bucky…”
He could beat the fuck out of Steve right now he hates to hear you upset, apologize for something that wasn’t even your fault. He was out of line, acting out in a jealous rage, and he shouldn’t be taking it out on you. He should be taking it out on him.
“Hey, hey don’t worry about it baby. It’s not your fault ok? I can fix it…don’t worry my poor girl...” With each sniffle, his heart breaks. He should be there with you. “Should I come? Do you need me?”
You spazz the fuck out. “No Bucky please don’t. It’ll just set him off more. Just…it’s fine. I’ll be fine okay? Just…pissed off…” you blow a hard breath through your puckered lips, wipe your tears off your lashes, “but I’ll be okay. I can handle Steve…”
The worst was over; he got all his anger out so you’re sure the rest of the weekend, he’ll want to be sweet on you. Punishing you may have pushed you right into Bucky’s arms and he doesn’t want that. So the rest of the weekend will be him making nice. Bucky didn’t know what else to say he felt so incredibly guilty, mad.
“Where is he now?”
“Gone to work. He was on his way to my school…can you believe that?” You scoff with a roll of your burning eyes.
“Yeah I do…” Bucky shakes his head. Sounds like him. “You sure you’re going to be okay? Say the word Y/N and you know I’ll come…”
Since there was no telling what else he’ll do to you. Bucky would rather be there with you to protect you but maybe you’re right, his presence could only make this worse.
“Yeah I’m sure Bucky…” As much as you wanted him to be here, you stand your ground. It’b be best for you to play defense on your own for now. Looking down at your broken necklace in your hand, you sigh, blink back a new set of tears. “I really miss you. Being with Steve only made me miss you more. Should’ve been you…”
Fuck he wanted to be there to hold you, to love on you after his bestie checked you for goin ghost on him. Bucky felt mostly at fault here; he should have been more cautious, should have known that Steve was gonna act out like this if he had kept you all to himself. Should have told you to go home, play nice to keep him pacified and in the dark. But you guys got too caught up.
“I miss you so much more...I’ll come right now if you need me too baby I really don’t give a fuck. Fuck Steve.”
You grimly grin to yourself, “it’s ok Buck really…” ready to tell him to come take you from here anyway, but what’s the point. Damage has already been done. And your mom’s expecting you to be here when she gets home. “I’ll just see you when I get back to campus…”
“Ummm…ok…”
You two silently hold the phone, waiting for something else to be said. Something you guys think should be said, but you both were too scared to say the words aloud. In this moment, y’all are really dying to say how you really feel. Anything to change the tone of this phone call. You needed each other so badly. You thumb the wolf charm in your palm.
“Actually…can you stay on the phone while I take a bath…” You need to wash away any trace of Steve, so disgusted by his behavior, and you really wanted to keep talking to Bucky. He’ll help you feel better.
Bucky sighs a happy grin into the phone. He didn’t want to hang up yet anyway. Wants to make sure you’ll be ok without him. “Yeah of course.”
You sigh, “thanks…” staring down at the charm, imagining what he’s doing on his side of the phone. How you wish you were there in this warm lap, his thick arms holding you so close. “Bucky…” He hums in reply. “I…you’re my…um…”
Bucky gets what you’re trying to say, chuckling at your flustered sigh, at his racing heart. You would try to beat him to it but glad you couldn’t get the words out. He wanted to be the first to say it. “I know…me too…”
Embarrassed you smack your lips, huff an anxious laugh. “You don’t know what I was trying to say…”
Bucky cracks up laughing because he loves when you get all shy and mousy. It’s the cutest. “Trust me, I do…like I’ve told you a hundred times before baby, I belong to you. No matter what happens, what he’ll try to do to pull us apart, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll fight for you, for us…”
Because that’s what it’s going to have to take. Steve will have to beat Bucky into the ground to keep him away from you. After what he pulled, that asshole won’t get his way. Bucky’s going to make sure of that.
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More Than This 1
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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x f!reader, Steve Rogers & f!reader
Word Count: ~4.1k
Summary: Arranged marriages have always been used to solidify business deals among the ultra-wealthy. Your stepfather wants to be in business with Harlan Thrombey, so now it's your turn.
Warnings: Heavy angst, age difference, adult themes, institutional sexism, a very brief conversation about the possibility of abuse, explicit language, the slooowest burn - Warnings will be added as needed for subsequent parts. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
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A/N: And here we go! A huge thanks to @drabblewithfrannybarnes for helping me nail down some of the worldbuilding details and @paperweight91 for reading so much of this and especially telling me how to fix the scene that refused to be fixed. You're both the best!!
Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screeching at me. As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜
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It was uncommon to be called to your stepfather’s office. The high rise on the edge of Studio City had housed the heads of his family since the silent film era, give or take a remodel and expansion or five. You’d only been here a handful of times, mostly left out of the family business. When his assistant opened the door for you, you were surprised to see a small group of people, all in expensive business attire, surrounding your stepdad, Joseph Rogers, at his desk. Even more surprising was the figure standing in the corner, staring out the window – your mother. 
“Mom?” you asked, unable to hide your confusion. She just gave you a tight smile in return and turned her attention to her husband.
“Sweetheart,” he called to you. It’s what he’d called you since you’d first met him as a child and it had always felt patronizing and empty. You were well aware that you were an annoyance he’d been saddled with when he’d married your mother for her late first husband’s connections. Eighteen years later, you wished he’d drop the pretense already. “Please, have a seat,” he gestured to the leather chair in front of his large oak desk. 
You sat down across from him. “What’s going on?” you asked, an uneasy feeling building in your gut.
“Congratulations are in order,” he said, smiling at you. “You’re engaged.”
Years of experience at bullshit industry and society parties had you pasting on a benign smile. This was your fourth, no fifth engagement, the first one dating all the way back to when you were 10. They’d all dissolved for one reason or another, the business arrangements at the heart of them disintegrating too. But looking around the room at all the extra people in attendance, you knew better than to dismiss this outright. You were older now. Many of your friends from school had found themselves married as part of business deals in the last few years. Love matches were uncommon in the circles you frequented. There wasn’t much patience for love when this much money was at stake. But still, just because it was expected, that didn’t make you any more ready for your turn. 
“That’s wonderful,” you said, putting all your effort into keeping your tone even. “May I ask whom I’m engaged to?” 
“Ransom Drysdale,” Joseph said. “He’s the grandson of Harlan Thrombey, the mystery writer. We’ve been trying to secure the movie rights to his works for years and this should finally cement it. It’s fantastic news for our family and this studio. The joining of our families should create many opportunities for all of us. Ransom is one of the most eligible bachelors in Boston. You should feel very lucky.”
Lucky was the last thing you felt right now, but you kept your face schooled as you ran through your mental Rolodex to try to figure out if you had any social connections to this man. The fact that he lived on the other side of the country made it less likely but not impossible. 
“So,” he continued, sliding a stack of papers across his desk to you, “all you need to do is sign and initial the contract where it’s marked, and we can get started finalizing the details for the wedding next month.”
At that, all your poise disappeared and the smile dropped off your face. “Next month?”
Joseph nodded. “It’s important to strike while the iron is hot with deals like this. So go ahead and sign so that we can all move on to the next stage.”
Your heart thumped wildly in your chest. This was happening. This one was real. “Shouldn’t I read it first?” you asked, somewhat desperately.
He shook his head, “No need,” he said, gesturing to the man you recognized as one of the family lawyers standing beside him. “Julian has already gone through it with a fine-toothed comb. All of our interests are well represented. It’s all in legalese anyway. Impossible to understand if you aren’t a lawyer.” He chuckled and many of the people standing around the desk, staring at you, joined him. 
“I just–” you stammered. You didn’t know what to do, but you knew you couldn’t pick up that pen.
Irritation bloomed on your stepfather’s face. “Lydia!” he called. 
Your mother stopped staring out the window and stepped up to your chair. “Honey,” she said gently, putting her hand on your back. “This will be such a good thing. And then we can get to all the fun parts of planning the wedding!” She picked up the pen and held it out to you. You took a moment to look at her. Her features were drawn and her eyes looked exhausted. She’d looked that way as long as you could remember. It did nothing to reassure you. 
You glanced at the door behind you. You knew you weren’t getting out of this room without signing the contract. You took a deep breath and took the pen from your mother. There was nothing else to do. No other choice. You quickly flipped through the papers, initialing where indicated and signing the last page. Your hand was shaking so badly you weren’t sure any of it was legible.
When you turned over the last page, Joseph clapped his hands together. “Excellent!” He took a large binder off the desk and passed it over to you. “We’ve put some information together for you on your new fiance. Ransom will be in town next week to take you to dinner so that the two of you can get to know each other. Now, I’m sure you want to go celebrate, so we won’t keep you any longer.”
At the clear dismissal, you stood up. Many people in the room offered their congratulations and you nodded to them, forcing a strained smile. Then you made your way out on shaky legs, needing to see the one person who might be able to help you process what had just happened.
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You’d been six years old when you and your mother had moved into the Rogers mansion. You were terrified, already able to sense Joseph’s indifference towards you. But your comfort during that time, and all the time after, had been his son, Steve. Twelve years old, still reeling from the death of his mother and just as deeply lonely as you, he’d named himself your protector, shielding you from his father’s annoyance and your mother’s sorrow. He guarded you from monsters when you woke up in the middle of the night after a nightmare and would stare down your bullies on the playground. You were very quickly inseparable. 
When you became engaged the first time when you were ten, sixteen-year-old Steve had taken you out for ice cream, telling you not to worry too much, there was so much time before anything would happen and that everything would be ok. When the arrangement had fallen apart, he’d hugged you and whispered in your ear, “See? I’m always right.”
That was the memory you couldn’t stop thinking about as you let yourself into your stepbrother’s apartment, using the key he’d given you on the day he’d moved in. He wasn’t in his front room, so you moved all the way to the back, to the spare room he used as an art studio. You lightly knocked on the doorframe as you entered, trying not to startle him. He was standing with his hands on his hips, staring at a half-finished painting, but looked over his shoulder as soon as he heard you. There was a warm smile on his face, but it dropped as soon as he took in your expression. “What happened?” he asked as you flopped down onto his couch.
“I think I might be really fucked, Steve,” you said quietly, your hands still shaking. You couldn’t get them to stop.
“What happened?” he asked again, more forcefully this time, as he dragged a chair from the corner of the room so that he could sit right across from you.
“Your dad, he–” You stopped and shook your head. Steve’s face darkened. “I’m engaged,” you said with a helpless shrug.
“Okay,” he said evenly. “That might not be the most dire thing. You’ve been engaged before. Nothing ever comes of it.”
You sighed. “They’ve set a date this time.”
“Oh,” was all he could say at first, surprise on his face. “That’s new.”
“Yeah.” you nodded. “A month from now.”
That had Steve sitting up straight. “The hell?!”
“It’s happening this time. I can feel it.”
“Hey, no,” he said, reaching out to touch your arm. “Let me try to talk some sense into him. Buy you some time. He might listen to me.”
You shook your head. “Everything’s already signed. They made me sign. I don’t think there’s any getting out of it.”
“He give you a name?”
“Ransom Drysdale.”
Before he was able to stop himself, Steve grimaced.
“Fuck,” you muttered, briefly covering your face with your hands.
“No, it’s– I’ve only met him once or twice, ok? I don’t actually know anything about him.”
“But you don’t like him.”
“He’s–” Steve paused, clearly trying to find the words that wouldn’t upset you even more, “a strong personality.” He looked at you carefully. “And he’s older than you. Older than me, even.”
“I know,” you sighed, reaching for your bag and taking out the folder. “They gave me this.”
You handed it to Steve and he paged through it. “This is intense. Do you think they gave him one about you?”
You shrugged. “Dunno. Probably. Can’t imagine it says anything interesting.”  
Steve nodded, seriously. “It’s probably pretty thin. Just the story of that time you completely freaked out when you weren’t allowed to bring Mr. BunBun to school with you.”
You grabbed the pillow next to you and hurled it at him. “You’re such a dick!” you laughed. “I’m very upset!”
He batted the pillow back at you and cackled when it hit you in the chest. “He deserves to know the kind of person he’s marrying. The kind who throws a five-alarm tantrum when she’s separated from her stuffed bunny.”
“I was eight, asshole!” You laughed again but then your brain caught on something Steve had said. “Holy shit, he’s marrying me. I’m getting married. I don’t know anything about him. He could be anyone. You don’t even like him! He could hurt me and–” 
“Hey, no!” Steve interrupted quickly. “I might not know much, but I know that. He won’t do that. I’m sure of it. And if he ever even tried, I’d be there so fast. They’d never find his body.”
“Will he be kind to me?” you asked quietly. He opened his mouth to say something, but you stopped him. “Be honest with me. Please.”
He sighed. “I don’t know.”
“Well,” you said, trying so hard not to cry, “I guess at least now we know exactly how your dad feels about me.”
Steve closed his eyes and quietly said your name. When he opened them, there was a resolved look on his face that was painfully familiar. His ‘I’m going to fix this’ face. He was intractable when he got like this. He set his jaw. “I’m going to talk to Dad.”
You shook your head. “Steve.” Your stepfather was just as intractable as his son. This would only result in a shouting match that wouldn’t go anywhere.
“It’s going to be alright,” he said resolutely.
All you could do was say “OK,” with a wan smile, knowing it was a lie. You lay down on the couch and curled up on your side. “Do you mind if I stay here for a bit?”
“Of course not. Lola good on her own for a while?”
You nodded. Your little dog was probably asleep in her kennel. “Yeah, for a while.”
“Do you mind if I keep working on this?” he asked, gesturing to his painting.
“I like watching you paint,” you said, trying to find comfort in the familiarity of something you’d done since you were small.
He stood up and turned back to his easel, and you did your best to focus on watching him paint and not think about how, if this went through, you’d have to move to Boston and you wouldn’t get to have this time with your brother anymore.
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As expected, Steve’s talk with Joseph yielded no results when it came to your future. The only thing it seemed to have any effect on was their own relationship, Steve announcing to you that he was no longer speaking to his father the next time you saw him. You hadn’t expected anything else.
For your part, you spent the next week vacillating between going overboard preparing for your first meeting with Ransom—pouring over your folder on him, making salon appointments, shopping for a dress that would make the right impression—and pretending your problems didn’t exist. As such, the day of the dinner still snuck up on you. You were a nervous wreck. 
The plan was for him to pick you up at your apartment, but an hour before he was supposed to arrive, you got a text from an unfamiliar number telling you to meet him at the restaurant instead. 
So now you sat at the table, alone, in a new dress with your hair done. You’d arrived ten minutes early, and he was now 20 minutes late. You took a deep breath, staring at the empty seat across from you. He would show up. He had to. 
Another ten minutes passed and, as you waived off the server for a third time, you let yourself consider what it would mean if your future husband had stood you up. You should go. It’d be pathetic to stay. And even if he did show up after you’d gone, it’d make a point. Show you had a backbone. You should definitely go.
Just as your hand began to inch toward your handbag on the table, the hostess came through, leading a tall, handsome man to your table. She stopped beside you and then ducked away. The man looked at you critically. He said your name like a question and, when you nodded, he sat down. He didn’t introduce himself, but he could only be Ransom. 
He was dressed nicely in an expensive sweater and slacks, but much more casually than you were and looking around the restaurant than most of the other people there, too. And when he sat down, you could see the places in his sweater where it was threadbare or torn. You tried very hard to not take it as a sign of how he felt about this dinner, felt about you.
You cleared your throat to say something, you weren’t entirely sure what when he glanced at your glass of water. “You don’t drink?”
“No, I do,” you said, but when he smirked you realized how that sounded. “I can,” you amended, but that sounded odd too. “I mean, I don’t have anything against it. I was just waiting for you.”
He snorted. “Well, aren’t you polite?”  His tone made it feel like the worst thing you could possibly be. He flagged down the server and ordered a glass of the Macallan 18, then huffed impatiently while you asked questions about their wine selection. You didn’t know how he could be half an hour late and make you feel bad for taking your time ordering. 
Once you’d finally made your choice and the server left, you tried not to squirm as he gave you a once-over with his eyes. You felt disappointing without really knowing why. You tried to shrug off the feeling, but then Ransom said, “How old even are you?” with scorn in his voice.
You cleared your throat. “Twenty-four,” you tried to say with confidence.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered.
You did your best not to shrink in on yourself. Maybe he was just nervous too. It was a weird situation. But, “Didn’t they tell you about me?”
He snorted again and rolled his eyes. “Gave me a whole binder. I never opened it.”
You looked down at your empty place setting, embarrassed. You’d studied every inch of what they’d given you, hoping to show him how seriously you were taking this and he couldn’t care less. “Oh,” was all you were able to say. 
He grinned a little meanly. “You got one too, didn’t you? Don’t tell me you’ve memorized facts about me that you were ready to rattle off to impress me.”
“No,” you growled out. You weren’t going to let him make you feel small just for trying to show interest in the person you were going to have to spend the rest of your life with.
He swiped one hand over his mouth and chin. “My god,” he muttered, “this whole thing is fucking ridiculous.”
The waitress came back and set down your drinks. Ransom immediately took a large gulp of his scotch. You itched to do the same, but you suddenly felt like proving a point. Even if you weren’t entirely sure what that point was. 
You were ready to order, but Ransom hadn’t glanced at his menu yet. Just as you were about to ask for a few more minutes, he said, “Go ahead and bring me another one of these right away,” and gestured with his drink in dismissal. She nodded and left.
Fuck it, you let yourself take a large drink of your wine. “Do you know what you’re going to have?” you asked, nodding to his menu.
He shook his head. “I have dinner plans after this.”
Heat shot through your whole body. “I thought these were the dinner plans.”
He rolled his eyes again. “Getting a head start on the nagging?” he asked, dryly. “Wow, it’s like we’re already married.”
You opened your mouth to do something, you weren’t sure what. Everything in your mind had gone white. But once again, Ransom beat you to it. “Alright, let’s get this done. You’re moving into my house. Fine. But I already have everything we need, so I expect you to pack light. I don’t need your shit cluttering up everything.”
You didn’t know what to say to that. You didn’t know how to have a conversation with him. Someone who left no room for you and seemed not to care at all about anything you had to say. And then there was the voice in your head that kept shouting about how incredibly important this dinner was to the rest of your life. And now it wasn’t even dinner. So when you opened your mouth to speak, what came out was, “I have a dog.”
He stared at you for a moment, seemingly surprised that you’d spoken at all. “What? No. Absolutely not. You’ll have to get rid of it. I hate dogs.”
You didn’t even bother to try to think through the static in your head. “She’s coming with me. I don’t care what else happens, I’m fucking bringing my dog.”
Ransom just narrowed his eyes and stared at you for a moment, then, “Fine. Just keep it away from me. And if it destroys my house, you’re getting rid of it. I’m serious.”  
“She won’t,” you said, as sure of that as anything. “She’s a good girl.”
“Whatever,” he said, as the server returned with his second drink. He slid his empty glass to the end of the table, then said, “The bill,” without looking at her. As she took his empty away, he continued to you, “I don’t know why you want to deal with a dog and a baby, but…” he shrugged.
You just blinked at him, trying to catch up with the massive leap he’d just taken. “Baby? What? Who said anything about a baby?”
He laughed, loudly. “Oh my god, they didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?” you asked, harshly, panic starting to build up in your chest. 
“Of course, they fucking left that to me. There’s a clause in the contract,” he said, “requiring you to get pregnant with my child within the first year.”
You stared over his shoulder, you couldn't look him in the eye, horrified and speechless. You couldn’t breathe. How were you supposed to breathe?
“You seriously didn’t read your own marriage contract?” The judgment in his tone had you shrinking in on yourself. You couldn’t help it.
“They didn’t give me any time,” you said, quietly. “They just made me sign it.”
“And you always do what you’re told, don’t you? Yeah, you look like a good girl.” He said it the same way he’d called you polite when he’d first sat down with you. Like it made you weak. Stupid. You’d never thought so before, but now you wondered if he was right.
“Fuck,” you whispered.
He chuckled humorlessly. “We agree on that,” he said. “This whole thing is fucked.”
At some point, without your notice, the server had returned with Ransom’s card and the receipt. He signed it quickly, then stood up. “Listen, now, at least, we can go back to our parents, tell them we met, chatted, got to know each other. Everything is hunky dory. And then do whatever we want for the next three weeks. Right now, I’m going to try to salvage my night. You go do,” he gestured vaguely at you, “whatever you need to do. I’ll see you at the wedding.”
And then he was gone and you were alone.
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You sat in the back seat of the car on the way back to your apartment, running over every moment of your evening. You kept thinking about the way he’d looked at you, talked to you. A baby. You were supposed to have a baby with him. A child that you’d have to raise. By yourself, judging by how invested in all this he seemed to be. Forty, fifty years of him looking at you like that, talking to you like that. And a baby. You leaned forward and asked the driver to take you to your parents’ house instead. 
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Once you arrived, you said you needed to speak to your stepfather urgently and were shown to his study. You stood in the middle of the room, too anxious to sit down, and waited. Everyone was making you wait tonight. 
Several minutes later, Joseph finally came in. “We weren’t expecting you tonight,” he said. “How did it go?”
You ignored his question, which you guessed was an answer in itself. “Please don’t make me do this,” you pleaded. 
“Sweetheart,” he sighed, disappointed, and moved over to his bar, pouring himself two fingers of decanted whiskey. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”
“It was. It was awful. He’s– I can’t do this. Please, please don’t make me.” Your voice broke, but you couldn’t be embarrassed about it, not when you were staring down an entire lifetime with him. 
“Everyone gets nervous before their wedding. You’ll be fine. This is important. To all of us.”
“It’s not nerves!” You were close to shouting, suddenly. “You weren’t there. You don’t know. There have to be other families we need things from. It doesn’t have to be this family, does it? It doesn’t have to be right now. Please, please, anything else. I’m begging you, don’t make me marry him, have a child with him.”
He chuckled lightly. “Oh, that’s what this is about. It won’t feel as scary once the baby is here. You’ll make an excellent mother.”
You just stared at him, agape. He wasn’t listening to anything you had to say. “How could you not tell me that was part of the contract? I deserved to know. I wouldn’t have signed!”
His face hardened at that. “You were naive to not expect it. Of course, children are part of this. I admit that the timing is a little fast, but Harlan insisted.”
“Joseph, please listen to me. I can’t. I can’t. Please. If you care about me at all, you won’t make me do this.”
“You’re being ridiculous. It’s done. Everything’s signed. You signed. Now,” he said and took a drink, “it’s getting late. It’s high time you went home. Hopefully, you’ll be able to calm yourself down there.” And then he left the room, ignoring you as your whole world fell apart.
As you left, you passed your mother in the hall. Neither of you said anything.
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When you got home, Steve was waiting for you, having already let himself in, holding Lola in one arm. “How did it go?” he asked seriously. You shook your head and finally let the tears fall. He pulled you into his arms, smushing you against your dog, and gently guided you into your home.
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Part Two
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omg becca PLEASE write more stepdad!steve or bucky i literally don’t care who it is i just need to read more about a stepdad au because your last stepdad!steve x reader was AMAZING you wrote that (and everything you write) so well!!!😩
I have a reallll soft spot for the stepdad stuff with a daddy kink, it's just so delightfully filthy
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But the thought of just you and Steve being home alone and you decide to make the most of the alone time. Maybe you strip, lying naked in the centre of your bed, playing with the little shitty vibrator you've been hiding from him. It's not great by any stretch of the imagination but with a lot of concentration, it eventually gets the job done.
You really ramp your moans up though. So much so that he can hear you as he walks up the hall. The fact you kept your door open didn't help keep your secret either.
He stands in the doorway for a second, watching you get lost in a kind of mediocre, underwhelming pleasure. You'd taken your focus off listening for him in favour of keeping yourself tuned in to buzzing of the toy between your legs, giving your body what it needs to get just a little more worked up.
You look stunning like this, naked and lost in the freedom of knowing your own body. There's a confidence to the way you roll the toy against your own glistening cunt, a confidence that he finds so sexy because he loves that you know what you need and you don't hesitate to take it.
"Does that feel good, bunny?" He asks after a couple of minutes, his throbbing dick getting the better of him.
"Oh God, daddy. It's so good." You whine, your eyes opening again, now fixed on him. You're not sure how long he's been there but this was your aim all along.
The title makes his jaw clench. It's going to be one of those fucks.
"That's bullshit, honey." He smirks, stepping inside your room, letting you keep playing with yourself while he stalks to the end of your bed. "That thing isn't worth it's weight in shit. You know how I can tell?"
You shake your head, tugging your bottom lip between your own teeth because the toy feels somewhat better now that Steve is here.
"Because you know as well as I do that you would've cum for daddy already. The fact it hasn't got you off in all the time I've been watching tells me it's not enough for you anymore. What's wrong? Has daddy ruined your pretty pussy for anyone else? Can't even cum for yourself anymore?" Your skin was already hot but now it felt like it was burning with embarrassment.
You nod slowly, gasping when you roll the toy particularly nicely against your body. "You ruined me, daddy. I can only cum when I think of you. I-It's hard to cum without you now. It's n-not fair." You sound so pathetic, he almost feels sorry for you.
"I'd tell you I'm sorry but sweetheart, I warned you. I told you that I'd ruin you. You didn't listen. The only thought in your silly little head was how badly you wanted to bounce on daddy's big dick and now you can't get off unless I'm stuffed inside you." He was right, he did warn you and you didn't care. You still don't.
"Daddy please, I need you." You half sob, rutting your hips gently against the useless toy in your hand, not wanting to lose the stimulation but needing more than it could offer.
"You'll have me, princess. But right now, daddy wants to watch how desperate you get. I want to see how long it takes you to get so frustrated, you sob your little heart out. Then I'll give you what you need." That sounds awful but you know he'll enjoy every second. The way he rolls up his sleeves and sits at the end of your bed shouldn't turn you on but at least you have the promise of a real orgasm tonight.
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