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rumtipsyrogers · 3 years

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Chapter One: The First Meeting

Steve Rogers x shy!Reader

Summary: It’s your first day at your new job. Who knew you had to grab coffee for Captain Rogers?

Warnings: Shy!reader, new job nerves, soft!steve, fluff 💙

Authors Notes: Part one of Candy Hearts for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and in celebration of The Week of Love theme 💙 not proofread, mistakes are my own fault

Your brand new shoes squeaked along the polished shiny tiled floors, it drowned out the sounds of your heart drumming dangerously fast in your chest. It was your first day, and to say you were nervous would be a huge understatement.

Ignoring the looks of who you presumed were agents, you walked towards the glass elevator when someone called out your name behind you, spinning on your heels you offer a smile and walk back towards them.

“Hi ma’am, glad I caught you in time!” The young man chuckles, looking flustered and out of breath, “you’ve been asked by agent Hill to do a coffee run before the meeting starts in 20 minutes.” He informs you and your eyes widen, that’s not going to be enough time. But still, you muster up the biggest smile you can and nod your head.

“Okay.” You agree anyway, not wanting to disappoint anyone and make enemies on your first day. The young agent hands you a list of wanted coffees, your eyes skim over the messy writing, and you’re already worried you’re going to mess this up. But regardless, you accept it anyway. It’s on your mind that Director Fury had told you the last person was fired for the same reason, you didn’t want to be fired on the first day of working here.

“20 minutes. And take them up to floor 103, that’s where the meeting is.” He reminds you, walking backwards haphazardly and bumping into another worker, his actions caused the person to send papers flying everywhere and you took that as your cue to leave.

Thankfully, the coffee shop you had entered wasn’t busy and you were served right away. You started reading out the long list of orders, struggling to figure out what some of the words said because of the awful handwriting. The barista was nice enough to help out with some of the unknown coffee names and before long, the order was complete and you were making your way back to the compound and up to floor 103 where the meeting would be starting in the next couple of minutes.

You arrived just on time, as the elevator dinged the doors open, the wooden door leading into the board room had just closed. You cursed under your breath, your shy nature meant you weren’t very confident and just knocking the door was a hard task.

And if you had knocked the door, you would have spilled the coffee, and if you put the coffee down on the ground, you would most likely trip over it by knocking on the door.

It was a situation where you wouldn’t win. So you stood outside the door, staring at it in hopes it would just open by itself and with a bit more magic, the coffees would take themselves in the room.

Now you’re self doubting your abilities to do this job. A job where you would be some kind of assistant, coffee grabber, photocopier person, the one who sends the mail, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to knock the door and tell the people waiting inside that their coffee has arrived.

Swallowing the nervous hard lump and blinking back the tears, you’re about to turn around and go home when the door in front of you suddenly opens, an older guy with a goatee and tinted glasses stands opposite you. You know who he is of course, he’s the most notorious man in New York.

“Is that our coffee? We were just about to send out a search party for you.” He smirks, glancing at you over the top of his glasses.

“Oh yes! I’m- I’m sorry I just- I wasn’t sure if this was the right room.” You stuttered and felt the heat crawl up your neck to your cheeks. The man steps asides and opens the door wider, there’s so many pairs of eyes looking over at you and your hands visibly tremble stepping in and feeling like a fish surrounded by great white sharks.

“You’re a little late.” The man - who you instantly recognised as Captain America - stands near the front of the table with one hand on his hip and the other flicking through some pages. He doesn’t spare you much of a glance, and the silence in the room sets your nerves on fire. You’re sure everyone here, especially the enhanced super soldiers, can hear the pounding of your heartbeat.

Steve looks up from the desk and his expression softens when he sees how nervous you must be.

“You’re new right?” He asks you, walking around the table until he’s standing in front of you.

You nod your head, averting your gaze on anything but him. “Yes sir.”

Steve smiles a little wider than he intended, he hears your heart pounding, the way your throat muscles from swallowing excessively.

“Call me Steve please, ‘sir’ feels too business-y.” Sam snorts from across the table and you grin.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I promise it won’t happen again.” You relax when he takes the coffee cup holders from your hands and sets them down on the desk next to someone with a metal arm.

“Don’t stress, although I’ll give you a tour later to help get you used to the layout of this maze.” He offers.

“I built this place!” Tony intervenes, pulling one screen into the other.

“That’s why.” Steve mumbles under his breath that you hear clearly and giggle.

“I’m looking forward to it.” You smile, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“I’ll come find you at 12pm.” He promises with a dazzling smile that almost sweeps you off your feet.

Maybe it wasn’t the best first impression, but you hope you could make it up to them and prove you are the right person for this job.

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cherry-gemz · 3 years

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Open Book: Part 2

Summary: As the Assistant Librarian for a small town in Florida, you find yourself intrigued with an extraordinary little girl and her charming uncle. As each day goes by, you teach the girl about adventure and mystery with your love of books. Little do you know what's in store for you next.

Catch up HERE <-- Part 1

Pairings: Y/N and Frank Adler

Rating: PG, all fluff

Word count: under 2k YAY. Considering this is the second part...maybe an epilogue? :)

Challenge Prompt: Write a story about someone trying to find the perfect birthday gift.

Other Prompt: From @the-ce-horniest-book-club "I can't run from my feelings anymore."

Tags: @meowpurrbooks @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss @lharrietg @car

A/N: This is the second part of my submission to @a-little-counter-esperanto's birthday sleepover challenge! I love Frank because of her - I hadn't watched Gifted until I started reading her Pieces series and I fell in love. So thank you sweet, Lauren for showing me the lovable character of Frank Adler. Happy Birthday and may all your dreams come true!! xx - Cherry

Mary surprisingly had knocked out a few minutes after the movie. You carried her sleeping body down the hall and placed her gently onto her bed, turning on her nightlight on the desk. You studied her room: little trinkets from the beach, stuffed animals, and books. You smiled at her while she dozed and brushed a tendril of her hair away from her face and tucked her in.

She was such a sweet and precocious child. You didn’t know too much behind their story, just what you had heard through the rumor mill of her mother’s death and that Frank had adopted her at six months old. You were curious to know more about Frank; his life before rearing Mary. Was he different in any way? Would he want more kids? Fred the cat meowed and startled you as he found his spot on her bed and started to purr. You rubbed his head and he closed his eyes in acceptance of your touch.

You noticed a framed photo of Mary with Frank. His arms wrapped around her tightly and his hand squeezed her cute little cheeks. You smiled at what seemed like an adorable moment together. Then wondered who took the photo considering it was always the two of them.

You let out a little sigh as you continued to rub Fred's head. Thinking of Frank and wondering what he was doing at that exact moment made you slightly jealous of the woman he was entertaining for the evening.

Did he only think of you as the librarian who made his niece carry her weight in books home? Just a quick help of a babysitter while another lucky woman would be in his company?

You shook your head. Need not get too attached. This was a one time thing, the two of you were totally platonic and he was just being a nice guy taking his niece to check out books. Don't look too much into it, you told yourself.

You patted the cat one last time and turned to Mary for a final tuck in bed. A knock surprised you and you turned to see Frank. He smiled and had his other hand behind his back as he approached closer.

“You’re home earlier than expected,” you whispered, walking over to him. Careful to not wake Mary. His presence elated you and while you warned yourself to not wear your heart on your sleeve, it was very difficult with this charming man.

“Yeah. Realized my heart wasn’t into it,” he replied as he sat down on the bed. “She give you trouble?”

“Nah, we had a good time. Made sure she brushed her teeth half way into the movie since she was yawning. I hadn’t had a chance to clean up in the front though. Let me go do that now.”

“What? No…don’t worry about that. I…I have something for you,” he beamed.

“For me?”

He revealed his hidden hand and in it was a red velvet cupcake with a lit candle.

“Happy Birthday,” he said, holding out the treat in his hand.

“Omigosh,” you reply. “That’s so sweet of you, Frank.” Your hands covered your cheeks in hopes of hiding how you were blushing in the dim light. It was such a sweet and sentimental thing to do.

“Don’t mention it. Least I could do, having you watch a seven year old on your birthday. Now make a wish.”

Still in shock on this small, yet monumental moment from the person you barely knew: You closed your eyes, smiled slightly in thinking what would make you most happy at this exact moment, and then blew out the candle.

“Hurry up, Frank! Y/N will notice if we’re not at the library at the same time every Saturday,” Mary gruffed as she pulled on her uncle’s arm.

“Hold your horses, kid,” he jested as he bargained with the old man in the bookstore. He had enjoyed spending two hours or so with you last night as you sat together on the couch while Mary slept. It had been awhile that he connected with someone and it flowed so freely. You learned he was a college professor back in Boston, and like you, had an affinity for learning.

However, as a motorboat repairman these days, his humbled job profession was more slow paced and that gave him extra time to focus on Mary. He seemed to have a strained relationship with his mother, Evelyn Adler who he mentioned was still up in Boston these days and really hadn’t even met Mary since her mother’s death. You shared more favorites: food, movies, and all the things typically discussed during a first date. Which ensued in falling for him even more. Playing pretend was hard on your heart. You could see yourself having a future with him, with Mary.

His knee bumped into yours slightly as you both shared the cupcake together on the couch. He just seemed so genuine - there had to be a reason why he was still a bachelor. Maybe all the rumors were true around town about how he would never settle down. He licked his lips on the final bite of the cupcake and you could melt right into the couch right there. The way his lip curled into a smile, as if he knew how much of a tease he was, only putting fuel to the flame.

Any other guy you knew would have made a move on you by now. But not Frank. He was a friend. He was a gentleman it seemed, although only hours before on a date with another woman. Which was why it all seemed a little too close for comfort. Even though you wished he had made a move, you said good night after realizing nothing good comes after midnight and that you’d see him tomorrow for the normal Saturday schedule, as friends.

Little did you know, his feelings for you were more intense than he had imagined, and while he didn’t want to scare you off, he knew he had to show his affection after he asked you to babysit. He had just gone on a date for Pete’s Sake. While he didn’t want to seem too eager or flighty, he wanted to make it up to you since spoiling your birthday. So much, that the good half of the night after you left, he spent scouring eBay and Offer Up for any hits of Little Women, First Edition. He thought this gesture would solidify his interest and genuinely wanted to find you the perfect birthday gift.

“I won’t go lower than $450,” the old man stated as Frank reviewed the book.

“This isn’t first edition,” Frank stated as he saw the spine binding, hands placed on his hips.

“No, you know how much those cost young man?”

“Jeez, Frank, you can’t even find the right edition?” Mary tutted.

He rubbed the back of his head in frustration, “Your ad said first edition.”

“Like First Edition. This is a replica.”

Frank smacked his head, “What are we gonna do now, Mary?"

Mary craned her neck back out of boredom as young children fairly do, “I dunno. But I’m hungry.”

Frank huffed in frustration. He really thought he had gotten the right present. Would you like this replica? He wouldn’t.

“Do you have anything else similar? That’s not a replica?”

Mary tugged further on Frank's arm, which only agitated him further.

"Not now, Mary! Can't you see the grown-ups are discussing something important?"

Mary pouted and Frank sighed in regret as he knew the way he responded to her was only going to dampen the mood more.

"I may have something…" the man replied.

Frank brought his attention back, "You do?"

"Yeah…"

Mary huffed again and saw through the window pane an ice cream shoppe across the street.

"Frank…"

Frank didn't listen, however. He was too preoccupied with his conversation, so Mary decided to take matters in her own hands.

“I do have an antique set of Alcott’s works."

"What? You do? Can I see it?" Frank asked excitedly.

"Yes. Let me pull it from the back,” the bookstore owner replied.

Frank clapped his hands, “Yes! Please. Let me take a look.”

The owner went behind a green velvet curtain and Frank turned to what he thought was his niece, but instead a stack of old books.

He frantically looked around the small store, shouting for Mary.

"Mary! Mary, you come out right this instant!"

Panic overwhelmed him as he realized he hadn't diffused the situation properly and now Mary was missing. He ran out of the store, the sun was high and he squinted as his eyes adjusted as best as they could.

He ran down the cobblestone street, shouting at every passer-by if they had seen his niece.

"Mary! Mary Elizabeth! This isn't funny young lady!"

Cars whizzed by and he felt his heart drop to his stomach, thinking of the worst case scenario by now.

"Jeez, she's only seven!" He said to himself. Pained in knowing he could have given her better attention. He had gone half a block down with no luck. He was about to call their neighbor, Roberta to be on standby in case she called her house, when he saw a little girl that looked remarkably like Mary. She was walking along the street, licking a pistachio ice cream cone.

His blood boiled immediately with the fright she put him through. He strided across the street and was about to yank the ice cream out of her hand, when he realized she had a chocolate cone with her as well.

"Frank," she said nonchalantly as he approached her.

"Mary…" he detested and rubbed his face with his large hand. "You can't just leave my sight, sweetheart."

"But I wanted an ice cream."

"It's ten am for Pete's sake."

"So?"

"So? You’re eating ice cream before noon! You left my side! How am I supposed to know where you went? And how did you pay for this anyway?"

"I have money. Roberta gave me milk money in case you forgot."

He sighed in relief, least she didn't beg money for it.

"I didn't go far."

"I know, but you just can't, Mary," he breathed in and closed his eyes. "I dunno what I'd do if I lost you, kiddo."

She held out the chocolate cone as a peace offering and he took it obligingly. He gave her a squeeze with his free arm and kissed her forehead.

"I wish Y/N was here. She said pistachio is her favorite, too."

"Well, instead of ice cream. How about we give her a bouquet of flowers?" he replied as he noticed the flower store next to the ice cream shoppe.

Mary's eyes widened, "Yes! I know her favorite."

Frank held Mary’s hand as she skipped along his side on the way to the steps of the library. The old man in the bookstore didn’t disappoint. He had brought out a blend of six authentic decorative antique books from Louisa May Alcott. Not First Edition, but an avid reader and fan like yourself would appreciate it, at least he sure had hoped so. Frank held them under his arm as they were wrapped carefully in parchment paper and tied with a lavender colored raffia. Mary gripped a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers in her hand that they had chosen from the florist.

He breathed out heavily as they approached the library and Mary observed his unusual behavior.

“Do you love Y/N?” She asked bluntly.

“What?” He replied and stopped in his tracks.

She pointed to the books and lifted the bouquet, “You’ve never gone through all this trouble for any of the other women. You don’t even know their birthdays. Is that what love is?”

Frank bent down and looked Mary in the eyes, “Did you finish reading Little Women? Is that why you’re talking about ‘love’?”

She sheepishly looked at him, “Yes. I don’t understand some of the story. I’m hoping Y/N can explain more of it. But it sure sounds like love.”

“You’re so smart. You knew even before I did that I care about Y/N. I know, I can’t run from my feelings anymore. But...love? I dunno. Maybe one day like how the characters love each other in the book. Love is different on all levels: I love you."

"Yeah, but that's different. With Y/N, that's like yucky love stuff for grownups."

He smiled at the thought of something transpiring between you, too. Hoping that you liked him, even if an ounce of how much he liked you.

"Heh, yeah."

"You gonna kiss her?"

He smacked his forehead at her bluntness, "We really gotta work on your filter, Mare."

He rubbed his thumb over the now wrapped books, but recalled what they looked like when the bookstore owner appeared with them. Their front covers were faded and worn, but their spines were exquisitely embellished with gilt accents and the dyed material was of a navy blue. He sure hoped it was something you’d enjoy, especially since he spent a pretty good penny. He’d be working all summer doing odd jobs for sure to cover what he charged on his credit card.

He gave her a playful shove, "Maybe. Why do you wanna know?"

"I dunno. I'm a lot like Jo in the book."

"Yeah? Why's that?"

"I don't think I'll ever fall in love."

"You got many years ahead of you to break hearts, kid. Ease it down a notch. There's still time, one day. You'll see. Maybe this book was a little too old for you," he laughed.

"You gonna tell Y/N you like her?"

"Yup, that's the plan. Hoping she'll go out on a real date with me. I think it's time, don't you think?"

“Good job, dummy. Took you long enough,” Mary teased.

Frank chuckled to himself, “Yup, you got me. Now come on, let’s go give Y/N her gifts.”

“I hope she likes them,” Mary said under her breath, but Frank was able to hear.

“Me, too, kiddo. Me, too.”

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bugsbucky · 4 years

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2 A.M.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: DD: “I’m gonna fuck you so hard we’ll be dropping into the neighbor’s for a coffee.” (Will be bolded)

Warnings: Needy Bucky, implied smut, language, you know me by now!

Word Count: 851

Authors Notes: Prompt #21 for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Second Chance Drabble Challenge with @the-ce-horniest-book-club I had fun writing this and thank you for the help on the smutty part @jobean12-blog! Hope you like it!

Bucky was horny, and even the team that consisted of three other people; Steve, Sam and Bruce knew the one armed metal super soldier was sexually frustrated. Bucky would become snappy and to be honest, he would end up doing a much better job at hulking than Bruce himself.

He was called away on a mission that lasted exactly two weeks. Two weeks without kissing you, two weeks without being tucked in between your spread thighs. He was painfully hard, every second of every day. This was also of course the longest the two of you had gone without speaking to each other, which just made him more frustrated.

And now finally, the team headed home after a successful mission. Bucky was slouched in his seat wringing his hands, he was throbbing and the material of his boxers didn’t help him. He had to hold back a moan each time he shifted and the soft warm cotton rubbed against him.

Bucky closed his eyes and tilted his head back, images of your naked body laying innocently on his bed flashed before his eyes. His cock stirred in his pants when he thought about the times you were on your knees taking him in your mouth, the long hum of appreciation when his cum made a bullseye in the back of your throat and you’d swallow every single drop he gave you. Or the time you-

“You okay there pal?” Steve smirked, slapping his pal harshly on the shoulder and squeezing. Bucky’s eyes snapped open and narrowed them impassively towards his friend.

“Fine.” he gritted through his clenched teeth. Truth was, he wasn’t fine. He needed you, his Y/N and he needed you quickly.

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It has been two weeks since you’d heard anything from Bucky, given the circumstances of the mission, he wasn’t allowed to contact you in any way since it risked jeopardizing the mission entirely. You understood that but sometimes it didn’t stop you from worrying about him. Bucky was in good hands, you knew that but like most things in life, anything can go wrong, it doesn’t matter how much you’re prepared.

A distraction was always good and sometimes it helped. You spent most of your days reading a book or watching movies you’ve never seen before. Which was becoming a lot easier said than done, the last few days have been the worst. Your mind was struggling to register what the words were saying, or what the actors on the screen were saying.

Which was how you found yourself staring out of the living room window in your apartment overlooking the city with your fingers wrapped around a hot cup of tea. You watched the rain drops trail down the window panes and the clouds shifting carelessly through the darkening sky thinking about your Bucky, wishing and hoping he was here right now in your arms. But since you didn’t have any idea when he was coming home, you sighed and decided to head to bed.

2 a.m.

A beard scratching along your inner thighs stirred you awake. A soft, breathless moan slipped through your parted lips as a tingle in your clit intensified. The cold air felt like ice on your belly from where your pj top had ridden up somehow. You smiled in your sleepy state and slithered a hand down your tummy to relieve some of the tension. Your mind had been playing tricks on you for the past two weeks, almost waking up on a nightly basis because you thought you felt something between your legs, but of course, nothing and nobody was there. Until tonight, your hand was met with a head full of longish hair.

“Bucky?!” You gasped, lifting up the duvet cover.

“Yeah, it’s me doll.” He chuckles, crawling up the length of your body. He dips his head and captures your lips with his. It feels almost too good to be true. “Were you expecting someone else?” he jokes, lowering his hips between your legs. You feel his hard cock sitting between your wet lips.

“Only you.” you whisper against his lips, lifting your hips against his. A strangled moan elicits from the depth of his throat. His lips attack your neck, sucking on the pulse point. “Bucky, please.”

“What do you want, doll?” his breath fans against your lips. The tip of his cock teasing your entrance.

“You. I want you to fuck me.” your arms curl around his shoulders and pull him as close to your body as you can. Your legs circle his waist and your feet rest on his lower back.

“Two weeks without you…” he sighs as he pushes himself in, the warmth and familiar tightness he’s used to. “... I plan on fucking you. In fact doll, I’m gonna fuck you so hard we’ll be dropping into the neighbor’s for a coffee.” You would have laughed if his fullness inside you wasn’t making you feel too good that you couldn’t even coherently do anything other than moan at this point. He simply took your breath away and knowing Bucky, he would all night.

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jewels2876 · 2 years

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Not Yet

Day 2 of the HBC SPring Fling - the Prompt is Puppy Love so how could I not use Steve?? Thank you @the-ce-horniest-book-club 💙

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

Word count: 230

He wondered how much longer he could stare at you before you would catch him. The stopwatch on his digital watch counted along as Tony’s speech dragged. Your eyes suddenly flitted over to his seat; he pressed pause on his watch, offering you a shy grin in return. You smiled back before turning your attention back to Tony.

“Have you asked her yet?”

“Not yet,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “Now stop it before…”

“Romanov, have anything to add?” Tony quirked an eyebrow up.

“Nope, I think we’re done here.”

Tony nodded and gathered up his coat and glasses, muttering under his breath as everyone stood. Steve watched as you yawned and raised your arms over your head, causing your scoop-necked grey t-shirt to stretch over your chest. Nat elbowed Steve. “Ow.”

You stopped stretching to look at Steve. “Sorry did you say something?”

“Nah.” His cheeks pinked under your sudden scrutiny. “Nat’s elbows are really bony.”

You chuckled and picked up your files still laying on the table. “You take care there, Steve. See ya around?” He watched as you walked out, the natural sway of your ass hypnotizing him until another elbow poked him in the ribs.

“Jesus Nat!”

“Wasn’t her,” Bucky grinned. “WIll ya ask her out already? You look like a lost puppy right now. Do something about it!”

Steve rubbed his side. “Maybe I will.”

#hbc spring fling #prompt: puppy love #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x female reader #fluff #the ce hbc

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theycallmebecca · 2 years

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Drabble: Sweetheart

Afternoon, y’all. Hope you guy shad a great day. I’m exhausted partially because I stayed up way too late reading last night (ok... so mostly for that reason), but also because I had dental work done this morning and my mouth hurts.

Here is today’s Spring Fling story for @the-ce-horniest-book-club today’s prompt is “Sweetheart”

I don’t even know how to describe this story, to be honest, all I know is when I found the prompt “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.” on one of the writing prompt lists on @justwritinginspo it just sounded like Ransom... and I just let my mind do whatever the hell it wanted to.

Title: Sweetheart

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: suggestive, language, hints to spankings

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

“Fuck you, Ransom Drysdale,” you shouted at your boyfriend before you stormed from the room, slamming the door behind yourself.

As you ran down the stairs, you heard the door open and the sound of him following you.

Going into the kitchen, you spotted the crappy cake he’d purchased in honor of your birthday. Not only was it a premade store bought one, it was your least favorite flavor.

Hearing him coming, you quickly took the cake of out the package and the picked it up.

The second Ransom walked into the kitchen, you threw the cake at his face.

Splat!

The cake itself was too heavy to stick, but you’d hit your target and left half of Ransom’s face covered in frosting while the cake fell to the ground.

Neither of you made a sound for nearly a minute.

Then Ransom used his hand to wipe the frosting from his eye before shaking it onto the floor. “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart,” he said, his tone cold.

“No, I’m not,” you replied, trying to ignore how shaky your voice was. “You don’t know me, Ransom Drysdale. If you did, you never would have bought me that flavor of cake. Not to mention that if you’d actually cared, you would have gotten more than an after thought of a cake!”

“I did order a cake,” Ransom said, through gritted teeth. “But the fucking bakery messed up the order and put a giant penis on it!”

“What?” you gapped. “What do you mean?”

“I was trying to explain that to you when you stormed upstairs,” Ransom replied as he fished his phone out of his pocket. He thrust it in your direction a second later, proof of the messed up cake showing.

“Oh,” you said, biting back a laugh as you imagined what his reaction would have been in the shop.

“Now that we have that settled,” Ransom stated. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to clean up your mess, because it’s your birthday. And after that... well, you’ve been a naughty girl.”

You swallowed as your eyes met his.

“Go upstairs and wait for me,” he told you. “And get undressed.”

“I can help down here,” you offered.

"No, I want you to go upstairs and think about what you’ve done and what is about to happen,” he said, shaking his head. “That way, when I get upstairs, you’ll be nice and ready for everything I have planned for you.”

You moved past him to leave the kitchen, but he stopped you, pulling one of your hands up to his mouth to kiss it.

“I really want to kiss you, but I know how much you hate the flavor of frosting all over my face,” he stated.

When he came upstairs a few minutes later, he’d removed the frosting from his face and gave you a long, slow kiss before he pulled you over his knee.

#hbc spring fling #theycallmebecca #theycallmebeccawrites #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale fanfic #ransom drysdale fan fiction #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x y/n #Becca writes drabbles

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chuuulip · 4 years

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In My Bones

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader (Vampire AU)

Warning: 18+, Steve being a tease, Oral (female receiving) NSFW, PWP,

Words: 2043

Summary: You haven't seen your vampire boyfriend for a month, and by that, a night in a club might alleviate your loneliness, even just for a while.

Prompt: This fic used multiple prompts as followed:

I’m gonna rip these panties off and shove my tongue between your sweet lips

I know how this goes. First you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look, and then at the end of the night, you ask for my number

A.N: This is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and @the-mcu-horniest-book-club as well as @drabblewithfrannybarnes. I’m feeling an early Halloweenesque so I pulled back my vampire boyfriend Steve (He might appeared again on Halloween!). This story is kind of a continuation from "In my veins" but I think you don't need to read it to read this. This piece isn’t beta and if there’s a grammar mistake, that will be on me 😉 I just want to do some short smut things, lol happy reading!

You stared down on your reflection in the dim bathroom. Makeup looks bolder than what you used too, but you didn't care. Your cat-eye eyeliner and your hair were on point. Soft lips were repainted with the red shade lipstick that suited you, not to mention extra blush to the cheeks. Tired of the piled up homework and grading you do in the past week. Not to mention the absence of constant skin to skin contact from your boyfriend made you dare yourself to go out with your friends tonight.

Feel satisfied with your look, you smoothened the black silk dress and exited the room. The sound of the music graced your ears when you were back on the dance floor. It's been what? couple hours since you arrived here with four other of your friends, but you can't find them anywhere. Likely either caught some hot guys or been seen by one. You strutted your way to the bar, body swayed lazily to keep up with the beat. When you decided on what drink you would have, a loud baritone voice interrupted you.

Turn your body to the side you were greeted by a tall and muscular man. His wide shoulder felt as if it meddled into your personal space. Flashes of light illuminated his blue eyes. The stubble decorated his face accentuated the strong jaw that God graced him with. Flickered your eyes back to him, you saw his pupils dilated. As if to try to adapt to the low-level light when all the lasers rotated and synchronized with the music.

Try to compose your cool; you tilted your chin up and faced him. "I know how this goes." With all the noise, you close the space between you and bite your lower lips. "First, you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look, and then, at the end of the night, you ask for my number." Your red painted fingers trailed its way from the collar, down to the lapel's, and ended it in the zipper of his leather jacket.

The man gave you a lopsided grin. You can see his thick long lashes fluttered up as his eyes sparkled with mischief. "First of all, I have your favorite drink in hand." he grabbed the glass of booze that looked like it glowed in the dark and gave it to you.

"Second...how am I not supposed to tell you that you are pretty, because you definitely are." you bring the glass to your lips and drink the liquid inside. "Lastly, before the end of the night, I'm not gonna ask you for your number because I already have it." he grinned at you triumphantly, teeth all white, and canines showed up a little bit.

You pouted at your boyfriends and put the glass back on the table, whine in displeased, "you are no fun, Stevie."

He closed any space between the both of you. His chuckle shifted his fake attempt to flirt as if you were a stranger. "What? You want me to fake it till the end?"

"Hmm… I just missed you so much I can't help but do that when I saw you."

"I missed you too, baby girl." Steve closed his eyes as he rested his forehead down to yours. He inhaled deeply as if the smells of your body vaporized from his senses since last week. "You smell so good tonight, fuck." His big hand was stationed on your hips. He purposely spread his fingers and moved it back on your ass cheeks, kneaded it.

You let out a surprised moan as your fingers instinctively hold on to the lapels of his jacket. You weren't exaggerated things, but since you dated your infamous big, handsome and blonde vampire boyfriend named Steve, you've been experienced the dry spell. In the past three months, he graced you with something tho, mostly, the heavy petting. It's not that you hate it, really. Steve wasn't any regular man you usually met. Men who just want to go do gymnastics in bed after the first date. He's sweet and attentive. But sometimes you need more than just the fake vibration that rushed to your body through the plastic toy that you kept in your nightstand.

"Steve…" you have been pretty needy lately, and Steve's absence didn't help. Although you haven't slept together yet, he's a constant presence in your life these couple of months.

"Hmm...yes?" Steve's right hand ran up to your spine and rested at the base of your neck. His blue-eyed momentarily flashed, turned it into amber color, and switched it back again to blue. He landed his soft lips to you, and you accepted it eagerly. Your hands sneaked at his back to his shoulders, trying to pull him down to meet you. The soft kiss turned into something filthier as Steve demanded access inside your mouth. His left hand still held your ass as he let you know the evidence inside his jeans.

Withdraw yourself from the temptation that's Steve, your hazy eyes meet him. "Stevie…, please don't torture me, would you? Don't make me horny and then just leave me to my vibrator." You pouted at him, but you can't help grinded yourself on his hard-on.

Steve chuckled and led your leaned back temporarily at the bar table. His left fingers sneaked under your dress and crawled up. Your eyes widened in surprise as Steve's fingers played with the lace of your panty. "Steve…," you warned him. Your eyes look around as if you were afraid you get caught in the act of indecency. Though you weren't the only one.

"I'm gonna... " his fingers roamed over your clothed core, making you let out a soft moan. "— rip these panties off and shove my tongue between your sweet lips."

His words made your inner wall clenched involuntarily between nothing. He never expressed that before nor he ever touched you down there beyond the shield of your panty. "St—Steve…,"

"After that, I'm gonna suck your blood and drink that sweet nectar from your inner thigh." Good God why he's extremely hot and possessive today. Not that you hate it, really.

Steve kiss the side of your neck. Lips nipped tentatively at the vein there, made you let out a gasp.

"Hey, both of you get a room." Sam Wilson, the club owner that's also a good friend of Steve, appeared behind the bar.

You were startled in embarrassment. Pat your palms against Steve's back to get his attention.

"Sam!" you answered him a bit breathless, but apparently Steve didn't budge from his neck kissing. You let out a yelp as Steve lifted you up like you weight nothing and carried you over the shoulder. He gave you a smacked over your ass and turned his body to face Sam with a big grin.

"Sorry, Sam, doesn't plan to get carried away down here. See you, man."

"Have fun, you two." the familiar voice replied with a cheerful noise. When Steve turned away and led you further away from Sam, you crane your neck up to see Sam gave you two thumbs up and a big grin.

***

With a quick stride, Steve opened the VIP room upstairs and locked it. He let your stilettos land on a concrete marble floor gently. Steve looked at you with hunger in his eyes as he slowly backed down to the leather chaise lounge in the room. There's a small stage complete with a metal pole in the center. He's not asked you to do a striptease, wouldn't he?

You never really pay attention to any stripper in the club nor that you're good at dancing, but no harm in trying, right? Steve lifted his left eyebrow as he saw you walk to the mini stage. Awkwardly, you try to move your body to the music outside. Slithered your body to the pole. The colorful light from the disco ball glowed as if it beats. Gave you the upper hand to look more alluring.

As if transfixed with Steve's word earlier, you pulled down your lace thong. You can clearly see the bulge behind Steve's jeans. God, how you wish Steve let you near that crotch of his. You turned your body, so Steve has a good look at your body. Teased him just a little bit with your skin as you hunched your black silk dress up your thigh. You did it again, but now you hunched it up to your hips. You were welcomed by the loud growl from Steve as he has a clear view of your supple ass. God, you're really wet right now. If Steve didn't do anything anytime soon, you wouldn't leave this room until you come.

"Fuck, come here, baby. Sit on my face." You turned your body to find Steve laid his back on the chair. "I want to taste you so bad." His words alone raised goosebumps on your skin. Without thinking any longer, you found your way to the chaise lounge, climbed on it—knees situated on both sides as Steve's head position in between.

Steve nimble fingers rolled your silk dress up to your hips. He traced his tongue over his lips at the sight of your wet core.

You looked down on him in your somewhat awkward position, "Stevie, are you sure? I will not forgive you if y—Ohhh—." You let out a surprised yelp and followed by a loud moan as Steve grabbed your thigh down and flicked his tongue on your wet folds. The coarser of his hair sent extra tingled on your sensitive skin.

He made your wet core sit on his mouth while he gave it a kiss. Not your usual smooches, but the one that's so filthy, saliva involved in it. Whatever he was doing in the past week finally opened the gate of opportunity for you. The prospect that Steve didn't afraid to touch you like a lover should.

"Uhhh—," your hands try to steady your upper body on the wall as Steve's relentless tongue gave you a languid lap. From the center of your folds up to your bundle of nerves. Over and over again, teased you. It easily riled you up as this was the first time Steve did things beyond playing with your tits or traced his fingers on your clothed core.

Your right hand instantly grabbed onto Steve's hair as his tongue entered your pussy. His hands spread your cheeks as he encouraged you to hump your wet core onto his mouth.

“Oh..God—ffuck!”

Every fiber of your body felt like its burn as his tongue fucked you so good. Steve used his fingers and made a slow but persistent circle on your clit. Heightened something that rapidly built-in your lower belly.

Steve held you still as he changed positions. With a several and insistent flicked and sucked to your clit, your inner wall spasmed uncontrollably in an instant. Your left hand covered your scream as your right one held a balance on Steve's hair. Your body arched like a bow, but Steve didn't stop. He let you ride him while your juices flooded his hungry mouth.

Your upper body rested on the upper head of the chaise lounges while Steve's still down there, lapped every bit of your juices.

Steve slipped off under your body and let you sat properly. He spread your legs and trailed his fingers on your swollen pussy. It excites him when it's quivered under his touch. "Such a sweet pussy you have, baby girl." He bent down and gave your clit a quick suck, made your body tremble, and a loud moan erupted out of you.

"Now for the final meal." Steve's blue eyes switched to his amber color one. You cupped his face and dragged it up so you can kiss him. The remnant of your cum still lingered on Steve's lips, something that you wanted to taste more often.

You withdraw from Steve and trail your fingers on his lips. His fangs showed up as he was ready for another feast. Your beautiful vampire boyfriend. With hazy eyes, you whispered words like the good girlfriend that you are, "my body is ready, Stevie."

***

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Sweaters and Scarves

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: A prompt sent into @the-ce-horniest-book-club along with the HBC Kinktober Day 20 Bondage. Enjoy! (Send in an Ask if you’d like to be part of my taglist)

Warnings: slight smut, bondage with scarves, oral (f receiving), blindfolded

Ransom was looking through his closet for his favorite cream, cable knit sweater. He looked in every drawer in his dresser, between every item of clothing in the closet, the washer, the dryer, and even the laundry. He was sure that he hung it up after he washed it two days ago.

“Hey, sweets! Do you know where my cream sweater is? I know I put it in here.” Ransom yelled walking out of the walk-in closet. He started looking around the rest of the bedroom again making sure he didn’t already pull it out.

He heard footsteps come down the hallway and stop in the doorway. He looked up from his place on the floor where he was looking under the bed. When he saw you in the doorway, he smirked. There standing in said ‘missing’ sweater was his girl in only the sweater and her underwear.

“I don’t know where your sweater is. I haven’t seen it in a while.” You pointed out with your hands behind your pretending to be innocent. Ransom stood up and walked over to you. He places his hands on your hips and slid them to grab a handful of your ass in each hand.

“Oh really? You haven’t seen it huh? Well, you look really cute in that sweater. The sweater that I’m pretty sure is mine that you stole.” He smirked.

You yelped as Ransom squeezed you behind. He let out a dark chuckle at your reaction. He leaned down to kiss your neck sucking on your sweet spot. You moaned as you felt his teeth graze your neck. He pulled back and lead you over to the bed.

He sat you down on the edge, “Stay. Don’t move.”

Shivers went down your spine when you heard the dark tone in his voice. Ransom went back into the closet and grabbed two of his many, many scarves. He stood back in front of you, in between your legs. He took one scarf and put it around your neck and pulled your in for a dirty kiss. Tongue, teeth, saliva dripping down both chins; an absolutely filthy kiss. The scarf was pulled away from around your neck and wrapped around your eyes.

“Can you see?” Ransom asked as he kiss your cheek. You shook your head ‘no’. You heard him chuckle darkly. He tapped your thigh as a way to say ‘move up’. You scooted back until it seemed like you were in the middle. Ransom gently pushed you down to lay down and straddled your hips. He grabbed your wrists and you felt him tie the other scarf around your wrists and lifted them above your head.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I’m not going to tie your hands to the headboard. Which means you have to keep them where they are. If you don’t then you’ll regret it. We’re going to have fun since you think you can steal my sweater , sweetheart.”

Ransom kissed your cheek and moved between your legs. He slid your underwear down your legs and tossed them somewhere in the bedroom. He licked a strip from you entrance to your clit. You knew then it was going to be a long day.

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