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rut suppressants pt.2

alpha!todoroki shoto x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, fluff, talk of kids, in the shower, 2.1k

pt.1

The next week is a haze. You’re constantly out of breath, panting and mewing and moaning and squealing and screaming and all the rest of it. Your body belongs to your mate and he’s playing with it, moving it, folding it however he likes. And you couldn’t ask for anything more.

You two become one in a mix of sweat and fluids gushing and dripping onto any surface (un)fortunate enough to be touched by your passion. Bed, dresser, floor, island bench, couch, shower walls, balcony doors. He’s got you covered in his fingertips, stained black and blue. Hickeys paint the expanse of your neck, chest, and thighs. Not even your arms or hips are safe from his assault. And you love it.

Of course, you had to call in sick from work for next week. The reason you rasped out quickly over the phone to your boss while Shoto was drawing you back beneath the covers, was that you’re mate was “awfully unwell” and you had to “take care of him.” And taking care of him, you sure were. If the presentation went well? Who knows, who cares. It hasn’t crossed your mind since he had taken your phone from your hand and threw it across the room, onto the floor.

It was now day eight. The late morning sunlight was filtering into your mess of a bedroom. You were clammy with sweat and other fluids. Your body was pressed against Shoto’s side, arms wrapped around his torso. His warm arm is draped lazily around your shoulders, while his cold hand is resting atop yours just below his pecs.

You had woken up first, using the first few minutes to take in the sight that was your alpha. His mouth hung slightly open, soft snores coming from his rising and falling chest. His white and red locks were tangled and matted to his pale forehead. You waited patiently, watching to see if those long lashes would flutter, and if his eyes would open… but, they didn’t.

Chuckling quietly to yourself, you slowly remove yourself from his grasp, which is no easy feat, seeing as you were quite small compared to him. It took about ten minutes for you to finally drag his arm off you; it had tightened when you started to move, leading you to freeze up and wait it out, until his arm relaxed. You wobbled on your feet.

This is the first time you’ve stood on your own and tried to walk in days. You limp over to the bathroom, the ache in your inner thighs, your hips, your back, arms, everywhere, making it hard to walk properly. Once in the bathroom, your hands grasp the sink-top. Looking into the mirror, you see your own reflection staring back at you. Dark under-eyes; knotty [h/c] locks, some clinging to your ears and cheeks, others to your temples; the artwork his mouth had left behind all over your chest and shoulders. This man… You sighed.

Taking it slow, you make your way into the shower and turn on the hot water, than the cold. You wait for it to reach that perfect temperature before getting under and moaning with delight. The warmth washes away the stickiness on your skin and eases your sore muscles. It soaks into every part of your body, and all you can do is just stand there, palms against the little blue square tiles, eyes closed, and enjoy the sensation.

Soon enough, you’ve shampooed your hair and now let the condition sit in it, long hair in a makeshift bun. You’re rinsing off the suds from your skin when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. One hot, the other icy.

“Shoto!” You exclaim. You were surprised that he had woken up so soon, and even a bit saddened that you wouldn’t have more time to yourself before getting railed again.

“Hey,” your mate mumbles sleepily into your shoulder.

You lean back into him and turn around, placing your hands on his muscular shoulders. He hasn’t shifted. He’s just resting his forehead against your neck. He always does this whenever you’re cuddling. He’s thinking of what to say next, so you stay quiet and give him as much time as he needs to think. Seeing his usual quietness return, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding in and smile. Your fingers run themselves through his locks mindlessly, dampening them.

You’re curling your fingers in the hair at his nape when he speaks, “I’m sorry.” Your brows furrow and lips pout. You pull back from him slightly, lifting his face up so that you can see that look in his eyes. Guilt. But why?

“Why are you apologising? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say more quietly than you had intended to, the words coming out barely above a whisper. The running water almost blocks them out.

“For all of this,” he says. He removes his cold arm from your lower back, long fingers pointing to all of the hickeys and bite-marks covering your décolletage.

You giggle, “Don’t be.” You run your fingers behind his ears. “I don’t mind.”

He shakes his head, dismissing what you’ve said. “No, you should mind. I can’t do this to you again, [y/n].” He averts his gaze, turning his head to the side. You guide his focus back towards you, much preferring those angelic, heterochromatic eyes on you than on the shower wall.

“Shoto, babe, I don’t understand what you’re saying," you say, forehead creased.

“You should be angry with me for how I’ve treated you this past week. I’ve been so rough with you. I haven’t been taking good enough care of you. I—”

You pressed your finger to his lips, shutting him up. “But I’m not angry with you. Well, a little over lying to me about your ruts.” You cock your head to the side, taking in that extra guilty look he’s got now.

Giggling, you continue, “But honestly, this past week has been one of my favourite weeks ever! Even more than the week we were staying at that beach villa. Do you remember that?” You grin wide, slowly removing your finger from his lips.

He nods in response, “But—”

“There is no ‘but’. I liked it and I hope you did to.” He brought you back into him, his forehead going back to it’s resting place on the side of your neck. His lips brush your mating mark.

He sighs, “I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“Why not?” You can’t help but sound hurt. He’s your mate, your alpha, your husband… your best friend. Why wouldn’t he want you to know all of him the way he knows all of you so intimately?

“’Cause,” he mutters, “it’s shameful.”

“Getting batshit crazy to protect and screw your mate? I don’t think so. It happens to all alphas.” You laugh a little before continuing, “I hate to break it to you, but your not that special, pretty boy.” Looks like your massive ego has returned.

He chuckles all raspy into your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin, incomparable to the steam gathering around your bodies. “’Not that special’?” He pulls back and steps away from you, taking his cold and his heat. His eyes stare at you in disbelief, face painfully far from yours.

“Nope,” you smirk. You look up into his eyes, right brow slightly raised, daring him to take it further.

But, he doesn’t fall for it. Or at least, not yet. “You’re saying that I’m ‘not that special’?” You nod in agreement. “Hmm, you’re right. I’m not that special. But that doesn’t mean I want to hurt you every time I rut.”

Fuck, he still feels guilty. You look away, already wishing that you could skip the rest of the conversation and get to the part where you’re making out again. “Babe, look, I told you, I like it when you’re rough with me, okay? I like it when your slow. I like it when your romantic. I like it whenever you touch me, so please don’t feel so guilty about it.”

He still doesn’t look convinced.

“Honestly. I mean…” You trail off, thinking of a way to get it through to him that being aggressive and horny asf is a normal alpha thing and not a self-discipline problem. “Okay okay, do you think that I’m some horny, pathetic slut when I’m in my heat?”

“Of course I don’t,” he frowns disapprovingly.

“It’s the same thing!” You say, your hands flying up to his chest as you take a step closer. “I get super clingy, you get super protective, and we both wanna bang each other. There’s no shame in that.”

You’re on your tip-toes, leaning up towards him. He looks so hot when he’s mad, you can’t help but want to kiss him. He sighs and obliges, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, hands back on your body, exploring conquered territory. You two stay like that for a little. Shoto moving to place small kisses on your nose, cheeks, eye lids, and forehead, before coming back to your lips. Much to your disappointment, he finally pulls back, cupping your cheeks and gazing deeply into your eyes.

“You never told me where you put my suppressants.” You groan, rolling your eyes involuntarily. Not this shit again. Don’t tell me he wants to start taking that cr—

“I’m not going to take them, there’s no use now. But please, tell me where you put them.” He wraps his fingers around your chin, bringing your focus back to him.

You shake your head ‘no’. He sighs in response, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. You follow suit.

“Please.” You’re such a sucker for when he pleads.

Huffing, you give up the secret location, “They’re in the dresser, top drawer, beneath my underwear.”

No response. It’s quiet between you two for three seconds too long. Shoto questions, “But why?”

“Why’re they beneath my underwear?”

“No. Why did you take them?”

You bite the side of your lip, pondering if you should tell him why you really took them or not. You don’t have to think for long though, the flesh slipping out from your teeth. “I took them because I’ve never seen you rut before. And, um well, yea I just got a bit concerned, you know?” Your alpha removes his forehead from yours.

Tilting his head to the side, he asks “Concerned about what?”

“Well, um, you know—” It falls quiet between you two for another minute or two. The water hitting the shower tiles is the only sound permeating the tension.

“No, I don’t know.”

“Shoto,” you huff. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” You pout. He continues looking at you adorably, confused.

You sigh, “Fine. I was worried that maybe you were on rut suppressants because you didn’t wanna have kids with me.” You got real quiet at the end there, averting your gaze to look down at your feet. Did Shoto always have such big feet? They look pretty massive compared to your own right n—

“You thought that I didn’t want to have kids with you?” He slid his hands to your waist, the similar sensation calming you. You looked back up at him, seeing that he had leaned back down now, your noses almost brushing.

You nodded, “Yea. You know, I-I thought that straight after we got married we would start trying but… we just, um, we just didn’t.”

You were biting your lip again. A nervous habit. A nervous habit Shoto loves. He brings his thumb to your lower lip, pulling it out from the clutches of your teeth. He watches as the flesh perfectly rounds. Sighing, he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is tender, but deep. Tongues are swirling, hands seeking more and more of each other’s bodies, little moans escaping here and there. He pulls away slowly, saliva connecting your lips before snapping with the distance.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make you doubt our future together. I just didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“I know,” you nod as you caress his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, gently brushing over the edges of his scar. It’s quiet for a little as you two just take in this moment.

“Why don’t we start trying then? When our cycles sync up we can—” You squeal excitedly.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you exclaim, “Why don’t we start trying now?!” You’re grinning from ear-to-ear.

“O-oh oka—” You cut him off, smashing your lips back together...

Let’s just say that your attempt at creating new life today seemed very promising.

just a thot that I had today (also an apology spicy thot because this sub!billy fic is taking WAY too long to polish):

(reader is presumably afab in this one, sorry y'all)

so in the 80s there were no in-car instructors: your parents took you to get your temps and, when you turned sixteen, took you to get your test.

but reader is an abysmal driver: failed the test multiple times, temps revoked, yada yada yada. so now they're in senior year and determined to get their license, right? and who better to teach you how to drive than your bestie billy hargrove?

and at first, it's normal. he's teaching you about the amount of pressure you put on the break, how to gently press the gas without sending the car flying, typical driving shit. he's actually a pretty good driver when he wants to be.

but after your first few lessons he decides its time to talk about distracted driving. you should never drive distracted, he told you, but sometimes you have shithead friends in the car, too. so you gotta learn to tune it out. and you're like, yeah, okay, makes sense, until you're pulling out onto the road and his hand finds its way between your legs.

And this mfer just looks dead ahead, saying something about ignoring distractions and paying attention to the road. And it's so hard to pay attention to the road when he's sliding your underwear aside and gently rubbing at your sex. Rubbing harsh circles into your clit, scolding you when your hips buck uncontrollably when he touches you just right, talking to you like he isn't knuckle deep in your pussy.

And imagine he promises a reward if you don't crash or cum on the drive. To "prove" that you're a good driver, that you don't need his lessons anymore. He might even give you his dick if you're good enough. And you'd love that, wouldn't you, darlin'?

And I imagine he's just degrading you the whole time while tears stream down your face from holding back your orgasm (and also trying not to crash the car oops). thought you were finally getting the hang of this, he'd say, but it turns out you'd rather whore yourself out than actually learn. i've seen you starin', darlin', i should've known you were nothing but a slut. just usin' my fingers and you're already falling apart, hm? so condescending in the best possible way.

just driving instructor!billy thots 🤤

WHY CANT I HAVE HER 😫😭

i feel like hate sex with abby in the rain would be the best, you're both drenched, and she'd absolutely destroy you without a second thought

Good Use

Pairings: dom!Eddie Munson x sub!reader x switch!Steve Harrington

Drabble

Warnings: NSFW content. Smut, sir kink, slight choking/choking kink, threesome, praise kink. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

AN: My first smut/drabble. Welcome to constructive (friendly) criticism, thank you!

Tangling long, guitar-calloused fingers into your hair, scratching your scalp Eddie took your jaw in his grasp. He hovered over you, bending down to your kneeled height, his hard cock standing at attention against your back. Eddie held your head in place to watch Steve lazily stroke himself in front of you. Eddie turned your gaze up to him before he bent further to pepper short pecks across the expanse of your neck.

“You see that, sweetheart?” He murmured breathlessly against your cheek. “See how hard you make him? Make me? See how much we want you?” All you could muster was a gentle nod as your attention was too focused on the steady movement of Steve’s hand over his reddened tip. Your voice seemed to fail you until the hand holding your chin found itself wrapping deft fingers around your throat. “We use our words here, babydoll. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered out as his fingers squeezed in the middle of the sentence, the last syllables coming out like a wheeze. You were dying to touch them. Dying to be touched. Desperate to put yourself to good use for either the metalhead or the former high school king, but preferably you’d be used by both.

“Sir, huh?” He teased with a laugh that vibrated against your skin. “Yeah, I like how that sounds coming out of your pretty mouth. But I’d like it better if you put that tongue to good use.” He stood in front of you now, blocking the view of a smirking Steve and filling your doe-eyed gaze with his own hard cock. “Oh, and Harrington, since you’re so quiet why don’t you show our girl what your tongue can do too?”

“Good Morning Honey”

Pairing: WifefuckerMilkman!Ted x Reader

Summary:  You guys were friends as kids, but then you had to move away and y'all grew apart. Fast forward 20 years, you move back to your hometown with your now husband who your unhappy with, and Ted is now milkman. And one day while your husband's at work, he is delivering some milk, and you end up catching up. You somehow letting it slip that you were unhappy in your marriage, and it leads to something that you’re quite happy with.

Warning: Cheating, Smut, Size Kink, Breeding Kink, Dom!Ted x Sub!Reader (Soft Dom Ted?), Pet names Doll, Sweetheart, and Honey, Ted Being Called Teddy and Theodore (angst if you squint?)

Minors DNI

You and Ted were thick as thieves, you would give each other nicknames, you calling him Theodore knowing he would only take it from you. You guys had met in preschool and were the bestest of friends, but you’re guys’ friendship soon came crashing down when your parents told you you guys were moving before 2nd grade. 

Now here you were moving back to your hometown now newly and unhappily married. You felt like your husband was going to be your dream guy, but the honeymoon phase was far gone, and you guys had newly moved to try and get a new start after a pretty bad fight. 

Here you are at home alone, while your husband was at work. Ted had noticed someone new had moved into town, so when he was delivering his milk for the day, he figured this new move-in was his last delivery of the day. So he decided while he was finishing his day, he would knock on the door and introduce himself. 

You hear a knock that feels familiar, but you go up and check the door. When you sling open the door, you see a tall, handsome man with a face that you felt that you had seen before. When the man opens his mouth, noting your lingering eyes, his voice itched something in the back of your head as he says, “Hello, my names Ted, I’m your milkman. I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” As he says his name, you realize it was your best friend Ted, your childhood crush Ted that you had to leave as kids.

You manage out a “Ted, is that you Ted, it’s y/n?”

Ted realizes who you are almost immediately pulling you into a tight, long hug. You pull him inside, and god did that childhood crush come back and he grew into an even more handsome man. You guys spend hours catching up, while you’re waiting for you husband to come home.

While you guys are talking you somehow let it slip that you were unhappily married. Ted had told you he was still fortunately single, so you were saying that you were married but that fact you were unhappy slipped by. ‘I mean it’s better than what could have slipped passed’ you thought. 

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You guys had been talking for the past few days, but since you had let it slip that you were unhappy in your marriage to your husband, things have gotten flirty. it started out being just small glances that lingered a little too long, hands brushing together, things like that. But recently Ted has started hugging you from behind while you made a snack or setting you on his lap as you guys watched something together.

One day when you guys were hanging out with him since you husband was on a work trip for a couple days, you decided to pull out some wine. A few cups in you’re both a little tipsy and you slur out “I-i love you” to Ted. And he responded with “I love you too y/n” With that you slur out “No I mean I’m in love with you, love you Teddy” Ted freezes not knowing how to respond. The air changes, he knew he liked you but since you were married even if it was unhappily he was pretty sure you wouldn’t like him back. 

But if you did indeed like him in that way he needed to know if you were telling the truth so he asks you “Is that so doll?” You move towards Ted and put your hands on his chest and respond to him, “I do Theodore, I really do.”

With that he pulls you into a kiss, it was soft, gentle, it felt like he was treating you like porcelain. You pull him in by his shirt making the kiss hungrier, letting him know that you weren’t made of glass and not so fragile. You fumbled with his uniform trying desperately to tear it off of him, he pulls away from the kiss catching his breath, as he takes off his uniform. Once he was stripped he turns to you who was also taking off your clothes. 

Once y’all were stripped he pulls you back into a kiss, cupping your jaw as he pulls you closer to him. This turns into a heated makeout, him throwing you down onto your coach. He slowly moves down leaving lovebites and sloppy kisses all over your collarbone and neck, quickly finding that sweet spot. His hand snakes down slowly starting to sleep a finger in, slowly stretching you out. Soon adding 2nd one and a 3rd one quickly being added after. 

You watch as he strokes himself a few times before he slowly enters. You hiss at the stretch the pain quickly turning to pleasure as he gives you a second to adjust. Just staying still until he groans out, “Can I just fuck you now, cause- fuck Sweetheart I don’t know how much longer I’m ‘onna last with you squeezing me like this.” You just nodding frantically in response, already far gone.

He slowly starts thrusting in and out a slow, rough pace, his pace gradually picking up as he pounds you into the couch cushion. Keeping his hand on your stomach as he feels the indent there from his pace and size. You far gone at this point only knowing the mind-blowing amount of pleasure he was putting you through, not even being able to distinguish what it is that he’s saying. But you can feel that knot in you stomach tying itself, quickly snapping as you clench around Ted to give him some kind of warning.

You feel him fill you up as you come down from your high, and then him lifting you as he’s still in you. He carries you to your kitchen, bending you over the counter, saying “’m gonna’ fuck you on every surface I can so when your dumb little husband comes home I’ll know I am everywhere in here not only in you.” His words going to your heat, you subconsciously clenching at his words, making him say “Oh, you like that don’t you dirty little slut, but you’re my slut aren’t you hun?” You just repeating yes like a mantra. 

And boy did he make good on that promise, he fucked you for hours pulling countless orgasms from you as he filled you up countless times. Every time saying how you’re his now, got to fill you up to prove it. Tucking you into bed gently and getting you water before snuggling in beside you. 

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The next morning you wake up and you see a cup of milk on your bedside table, as your looking for Ted. Him not being in bed, so you try to get up wobbling as you try to support yourself. Slowly gain some balance, you throw on a shirt of yours and wobble into the kitchen finding Ted in the kitchen in a sweater and sweatpants. You come up, hugging him from behind. Feeling the rumble as he speaks up “Good Morning Honey.” 

He turns around moving the the bacon he was making, quickly turning off the burner. He holds you in the kitchen leaning against your counter, just standing there holding you till you pipe up, “I love you Ted,” him responding “I love you too Sweetheart.”

You guys just hold each other, until he picks you up and sets you on the counter serving breakfast. After breakfast you guys cuddle up on the coach enjoying each others company glad your husband won’t be home until tomorrow. 

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When your up in the morning Ted was still cuddled up against you, you slipping out of bed throwing on his sweater he had discarded the night before. Walking to the kitchen as you make breakfast, feeling someone come up behind you and hug you. You lay your head back into Ted’s chest as he holds you. You finish up breakfast and you guys talk about what you wanna do. 

You decide you should probably divorce your husband, so you get ready and Ted goes on his way getting his house ready for when your husband comes home. When your husband comes home he tells you he has to tell you something and you say you have something to tell him too. You let him go first and he says “I want a divorce, I don’t love you anymore if I ever did.” You just stand there and respond “Me too,” you take a deep breath “I want a divorce too.” You pack your things go over to Ted’s as you and your husband go though the divorce.

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A/N: Thank you so much for the support on my last fic. I really enjoyed writing it, and hope you enjoyed this one. 

“Heard You Calling My Name”

Pairing: Ted Nivison x Fem!reader

Summary: You and ted have been friends for a while, but when he hears you call his name out while you thought he wasn’t home do things change?

Warning: Smut, Masturbation, Size Kink, Breeding Kink, Dom!Ted x Sub!Reader (Soft Dom Ted?), Possessive Ted, Pet names Darling, Doll, Sweetheart, Baby, and Honey, Ted Being Called Teddy, and a touch of degradation

Minors DNI

You and Ted had been friends for 10 years now, you met as freshmen in high school, went to college together, and have been besties through it all. You and Ted were the dynamic duo him being the Funny Giant of man while you were the short tempered shorty. And since you guys were so close you knew all of each other secrets, or so he thought. You had always found Ted attractive, but you never made a move for 2 reasons. You weren’t anything like his ex girlfriends, and two he never showed any interest in you-or at least in the way you wanted him to.

So here you were desperately trying to get off on the thought of your beloved best friend, extremely horny because ovulation. And you weren’t trying to be quiet in your guys shared apartment, because, Ted was out making some video with Schlatt. So you were all alone, right? Wrong, Ted was home.

Unbeknownst to you, Ted was on his way home, sending you a text saying so that you seemingly missed. And when he walked through the door of your guys’ apartment, he heard you scream his name. Immediately  thinking you were in some kind of danger, he calls out and asks “Y/n, are you okay in there?”

This question stops you, Ted was home? You froze, how long had he been there? Did he know what you were doing? You were completely silent all the breathy moans and screams of his name, gone.

But Ted did know what you were doing, he realized the moment after he asked that question, he realized that you weren’t screaming in pain, it was pleasure. He was shocked, he liked you but he never thought you would like him in the same way. He wanted to confront you, but he decided your friendship meant more to him, so he just asked, “Are you okay in there Y/n?”

You realize you didn’t answer him the first time, but you were still frozen in place on the edge of an orgasm. So you replied with a breathy “y-yeah, I just got soap in my eye and panicked.” You soon feel a wave of relief as you hear an “okay,” followed  by retreating footsteps.

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Once you were out the shower, you noticed you hadn’t started on dinner. Making your way to Ted’s room, where you had no clue Ted was jerking off to the thought of you. He had always liked you, he was actually pretty possessive of you, and insanely jealous when you’d get a partner. Always doing small things like put his hand on the small of your back or hug you from behind. You knock on his door peeking in, just seeing Ted under his covers with his phone, and ask him “What do you want for dinner? We’re getting take out.” You guys decide on Pizza, all while Ted is still stroking himself under the covers. He didn’t even understand how he had so much composure.

The comforting smell of One Medium Cheese and One Medium Pepperoni Pizza filled you nostrils. You called Ted to come eat, hoping he wouldn’t bring up what happened earlier in the day. And thankfully it didn’t you guys had a nice dinner with Pizza, Glasses of Wine, and Some jokes from you both.

Happy that that it didn’t come up, you guys decided to watch a movie. You guys put on some Rom-Com you didn’t catch the name of as you guys curled up on the coach. You in front of Ted with you between his thighs in his lap. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, when Ted was playing with your hair, he asked “What really happened in the shower earlier?” You now shocked tensed up and replied, “I told I just got soap in my eye.” He shook his head, leaned down to the shell of your ear, and whispered in a low, husky voice, “Oh so sweetheart, you weren’t touching yourself to the thought of me?” You couldn’t respond, you just froze just as you had in the shower, because of this Ted picked you up, turned you to face him, and took your chin in his hand as he said, “There’s no need to be so tense doll.” 

With that he pulls you into a kiss, it’s hungry, it’s filled with tongue, it was as if he had wanted this as long as you had. As you leaned into the kiss, he cupped the your chin in his palm, and you ran your fingers though his dark brown locks. He tasted like a mug of hot cocoa and a little like weed. This kiss soon got unbelievably hungrier, it turned into a full blown make out. Ted was leaving hickies all over your neck, soon effortlessly finding your sweet spot.

Ted soon had you flipped under him, as you fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Making Ted stand up pull of his shirt and strip you, where he learned you had no bra on. Starting at your collarbone slowing going down the valley of your breast leaving hickies and kitten licks. You running your hand chest and back. “Heard you calling my name,” he says between kisses, “Thought you were in trouble, ‘till I realized you were touchin’ yourself.” Every single one of his words in that perfect fucking voice of his went straight down to your core. You needy manage out a, “Need you,” in hopes he would give you attention where you needed him most. Ted lifts himself from the nook in your neck he had made telling you, “Sweetheart you already have me.” You now a little frustrated say between breathy moans, “No Ted, I need you in me.” 

Your words prompt Ted to stand up taking off his belt, pulling down both his boxers and pants in one go. And holy fuck was he huge. He was already giant, so you didn’t know why you were that shocked but now you just sat there, stuttering out, “I-i-i don’t thin-think that’ll fit in me Teddy.” Groaning at this new nickname he says, “No Darling, we’ll make it fit.”

Now filled with anticipation Ted sticks a finger in, slowly starting to stretch you out. His finger already give you some relief from that ache in between your thighs. He adds another finger starting to scissor them, slowly adding a third until you say, “Just fuck me Ted.” Loosing all self control he tease you a little with the tip, and slowly sticks it in. You hiss at the stretch, he was probably the biggest man you’d been with-correction he was the biggest guy you’d been with. He feels like forever until he’s down to the hilt, giving you a minute to adjust. 

After a couple minutes you tell him, “Move.” That word causing Ted to pull out till the tip and slam back in. There was a little pain that was quickly outweighed by the pleasure. He continues with this brutally slow pace, prompting you to tell him, to go faster. His pace going unbelievably faster, him whispering in your ear, “Doll, you have no idea how long I have waited for this.” 

His pace climbing, he grabs your hip and grips with bruising strength to keep you in place. The room filling with obscene noises as you get feel that knot in your tummy start to tighten. You manage out a “I’m clos-” before Ted interrupts with you with “I know darling, cum on my cock.” With that, that knot snaps, your orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. Him now chasing his own high, he goes even faster and grips your hips hard enough for you to know that they’ll be sore in the morning. He says, “I want to cum in you Sweetheart, please can I, can I?” You reply with a breathy “Go ahead Honey.” Remembering you were no longer on birth control cause you hadn’t had sex in months, remembering Ted also knew this. You then relish in that wonderful feeling of his hot seed filling you up, Ted repeating a mantra of thank yous. 

Once you both come down from your highs, slowly Ted’s movements coming to a halt. And he asks you “Round 2?” You wrap your legs around his hips and nod your head frantically. Ted taking note of this, says, “Oh is Baby all cockdrunk?” You a little still hazy blubber out a “uh-huh” Still in you, Ted lifts you up and carries you to his bedroom and he lays you down on his bed. Loving the comfort of the mattress and pillows under you, Ted again starts to leave hickies all over you neck and collarbone, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake.

Slowly Ted starts to move again, starting at a slow pace quickly slamming back into you within a couple minutes. You once again feel that now familiar feeling of him grabbing your hip. You feel that knot to retie itself, as he continues his pace. You clench around Ted not being able to form words to tell Ted you were close. Ted letting out a groan, and saying, “Let go for me.” And with that the knot snaps, Ted helping you ride out your high, continuing to move.

You realize he’s probably close to his high, so you just barely get out “Fill me up Ted, Please.” Those words tipping him over the edge, causing him to continue to go insanely fast and repeating “I’m gonna ‘ill you up” and you’re mine” He tells you, “I’m gonna fill you right up, gonna fill that pretty little womb and mark it as mine. So everyone ‘ill know you’re mine and mine only.” You just nodding, too fucked out to form words. You soon feel that beautiful feeling of him filling you up more than you already were from his first load. While he was still emptying his load into you, he slowly slid his hand down in front of your swelling womb feeling a bump from the head of his cock and cum. He grabs your hand and moves it down to where his other hand was saying, ”Yeah feel that, Imma fuck a baby into you tonight. I’ve always wanted to do that, every time you’ve had a boyfriend, I was just too scared you wouldn’t feel the same.” 

Once he’s done he stays inside you, flipping you on top of him so he’s on his back and your laying on his chest. You just relish in each others company for a minute before you speak up, telling him “You remember I’m off birth control right?” Him just replying with a “uh-huh” wrapping his arms around you. “I’m also ovulating,” you add. “Okay, I said what I said,” he replies, “Your mine” he whispers in your ear. 

His words go straight to your core making it drip with arousal. Ted feels this run down his leg, and says “3rd Round?”

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You woke up in Ted’s bed with sunlight streaming on your face. You look up to see Ted still sleeping, the memories from the night before flooding back. The mind blowing sex you had, the insane amount rounds y’all went for-y’all were fucking like goddamn rabbits-the amazing aftercare he preformed, and the I love yous exchanged. You soon notice there’s still something between your legs so you lift the covers to look and he’s still inside you, the words he had said rushing back, “Wouldn’t want to lose any of this, we want it to take.” You subconsciously clench around him at the memory, causing him to groan in his sleep. You hear this and decide to just snuggle back against and go back to sleep.

When you wake up for the second time, Ted wasn’t in bed anymore. But you felt something in between your thighs still. You look to discover there was a plug adorned with pale blue jewels in the shape of a T there. You sat up, threw on one of Ted’s shirts and tried to stand up. But you soon discovered that your legs were absolute jelly and fell flat on your ass. This prompted Ted to come in and he picked you up, put you on his back, and took you to the kitchen. He set you on the counter where continued to make the waffles he was apparently making.

You speak up and ask him, “Were you telling the truth last night? About y’know me being yours and you wanting to mark me as yours.” he looks at you and replies with a chuckle and says, “Of course, I’ve liked you for a while, just was too scared to tell you,” he lowers his mouth to your ear and whispers, “After all, would I have put that plug in you, if I didn’t?” 

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A/N: Hi, this is my first ever fic, but shoutout to @boobberries​ and her anons for inspiring me to write this. Much love and hope you liked it :)

🩸 Steve Kemp x Reader Drabble 🩸

Pairing: Master!Steve Kemp x Bunny!Reader

Warnings: Steve is a warning in itself, marking/biting, cunnilingus, mentions of cannibalism , mentions of blood, Dom!Steve + Sub!reader

Nicknames: Bunny, Slut, Master

His hand gripped your thigh, a grip that could kill—and it had, he stroked the soft flesh pinching it when he got close to your already damp panties. You carded your cuffed hands through his silky locks, relishing in the sight below you. His hand slipped back down to your knees rubbing them decisively with his calloused palm. Two rubs each, slow and methodical as if he was feeling up a watermelon trying to pick the best one. Like you were food. You were food to him. You tried to push away the disturbing reality and focus on his sculpted jaw as nudged his slightly stubbly cheek against your inner thigh. He took in a deep inhale of your skin, before taking the sensitive flesh into his mouth; sucking it, running it through his teeth, playful nibbling. You had to swallow down the witty remark that sat on the top of your tongue, ‘didn't your parents ever tell you not to play with your food Stevie?’ You bit down on your lip suppressing a giggle. The pain of Steve chomping down on your thigh pulled you out of your gallow humour inner monologue “Ouch!” You yelped, tugging on his hair. He released the skin, blood trickled from his bite mark. He lapped at the trickling red, as if it was wine that had spilled on his hand whilst opening a bottle of wine.

“Focus, Bunny, I want you to watch everything I do to you. Even when I do this.” He bit down on the same thigh, this time closer to your dripping cunt. But he dug his teeth further in, at the same time his fingers pushed aside your panties. He ran his fingers through your hot, damp folds; pushing two digits into your needy cunt. He growled into your thigh, chewing on the bite mark like a rabid animal desecrating your corpse. The danger was so enticing. Pleasure and pain soon bleed into one another as his fingers attack the spongy spot inside you, curling his fingers to rub and tease it whilst he moves to your other thigh. The initial bite made you squeal, but as he tugged at flesh and added another finger the squeal of pain turned into moans of pleasure. You felt him rut his hips into your ankle, his clothed dick straining against jeans. His head lifted from your leg, he craned his neck back slightly to look at you. Your blood smeared on his saliva coated chin, his tongue jutted out of his mouth licking at as much of the blood as he could manage. He growled as he swallowed, his eyes almost rolling back into his skull “You taste so fucking good. Anytime I get a taste of you, even just a smell of you. I go feral.” He scissored his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you “Cum. Cum on my fingers Bunny. Like the little pain slut you are. You like this, don’t you? Like me slowly devouring you.” Your grip on his hair tightened and your hips raised off the chair, you pushed yourself further down his fingers trying to match his pace. His thrusts stopped. “Tell me, Bunny, or I won’t let you cum.” He snarled, giving you an intense glare.

You whimpered “I love it! Love you devouring me, feel so good!” You practically screamed, you were so close. He slapped your clit with the tips of his fingers

“That’s my good little slut.” He cooed, resuming his ministrations. His head dipped down, he took your sensitive bud in his mouth. Running his teeth over the hood of your clit ever so gently as his tongue flicked at it. You choked on a moan, throwing your head back as you came on his face. He swallowed down every single drop of your juices hungrily, the salacious slurping sound piercing through your blissed out haze causing your cheeks to burn red. “Fuckkkk. I should bottle this shit up and sell it, so sweet. I can’t get enough.” He groaned, sliding his tongue inside your clenching hole trying to drink as much of you as he possibly could. When he had sucked you dry he rose to his feet, he stroked your face with his palm running his thumb across your lip “Open.” You oblige “Good little Bunny.” He praises before shoving all three of his fingers that had been inside you down your throat “clean my fingers, Bunny. We’re going to the bedroom, I’m not done with you yet.”

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do you think of me? (b.b.)

summary: bucky is jealous of your new boyfriend

fic inspired by She Thinks of Me- Landon Tewers

Warnings: smut, dom!bucky, sub!reader, female!reader. jealous!bucky, hate fucking(ish), semi public sex, slight dub!con, bucky has a filthy mouth, pet names (little girl), fwb, they both have feelings for each other but don’t want to admit it, MINORS DNI 18+

side note: this is….yeah. just yeah. have fun ;)

You were nervous. Nervous for multiple reasons. Tonight was the night the team would be meeting you boyfriend, Matt. You knew that with being the youngest member of the team, they were overprotective of you. You didn’t mind, but sometimes they were overbearing. Particularly Tony and Steve. There was going to be a million questions and a million snarky comments.

Your heels clicked against the pavement as you walked towards the night club. Tony had rented it out for the night because it was Steve's birthday, but you knew this was the last thing Steve wanted. He wasn't much of a party guy but Tony insisted. 'It's not everyday that someone turns 100' he said.

Matt wrapped his hand tightly around yours as the two of you grew closer to the door, and you gave him a small smile. He knew you were nervous, he just didn't know why. Truth is, you were nervous to see Bucky. He had cut you off a month ago after you confessed your feelings for him. He then took a undercover op, so you hadn't seen him since that night. But he returned yesterday just in time for Steve's party, of course.

Your relationship with Bucky was complicated to say the least. At first it started off with harmless flirting, but you told him you weren't ready for a real relationship yet. Then, he suggested that you two become friends with benefits, and it was good for a while. 6 months of sex without attachments was amazing, especially with Bucky. He tapped right into your kinks after the first night, and it was mind blowing.

But then, you developed feelings for him. Feelings that you promised you wouldn't get. And when you finally grew the courage to tell him, he shot you down. Saying that he wasn't looking for anything more than a quick fuck. It broke your heart, but you got over it. At least you thought you had.

The doors to the club swung open and the heart pounding music fell out into the street. The bouncers nodded at you as you passed through the threshold, and you scoffed to yourself. The party didn't need bouncers, most of everyone here is wanted in at least 10 different countries.

"Y/N!" Wanda yelled, waving you over. She was sitting with Vision at a large round table. You smiled and walked over to her, dragging Matt behind you. "Hey! I'm Wanda!" She beamed, sticking a hand out to him. He shook it and smiled shyly. "This is Vision."

"Yeah, I know!" Matt laughed. "The stone-it's cool!" He pointed at Visions forehead.

"Where is everyone?" You asked, looking around. The club was packed.

Tony really went all out tonight. Strobe lights illuminated faces in the crowd, the music was so loud you thought your heart would burst out of your chest, and of course, Tony had strippers and dancers post up on every stage. Everyone was being served fancy glasses of champagne for starters, then the bar was a free for all. Large balloons floated above your head, the number 100 decorated in red, white, and blue, obviously.

"Up at the bar. Tony bet Barnes and Steve against each other on who could get the drunkest the fastest."

You swallowed hard at the mention of Bucky's name. He was already here, but you already knew that. You felt his eyes on you as soon as you walked through the door. Only Wanda knew about you and Bucky's relationship, she was the only one you trusted enough to tell. Your gaze drifted towards the bar, immediately finding Bucky's eyes. His emotions were practically radiating. Your snapped your attention back to Wanda and she looked like she wanted to say something.

You snatched the champagne flute out of her hand and chugged the rest of it. The bubbly liquid slid down your throat, starting a warm fire in your belly. "Well, lets go say hi." Grabbing Matt again, you pushed your way through the crowd. You free hand landed on Tony's shoulder and he turned around.

"Y/N!" He cheered. "Who's this? I thought we had a rule, no bringing home strangers."

"Tony," You groaned, rolling your eyes. "This is Matt. My boyfriend."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Steve shouted. "Boyfriend? You're like 16, you can't have a boyfriend!"

"I'm 23, Steve." You snorted.

"Cap, get back to drinking. Barnes already has you beat." Tony snapped. "But yeah. You're like 16!"

"Oookkaayy." You huffed.

"Who's the twig?" Another voice asked. It sent shivers down your spine. "His arms are the size of my fingers."

"Bucky." You smiled, your words dripping with venom. "This is Matt. He's a tech analyst, not everyone can break skulls with a punch."

"So, what you're sayin' is that when you two get mugged, you're gonna have to fight 'em. Looks like wind could knock him over." He smirked. Your eyes bore into his and he stared back, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. You felt Matt shift uncomfortably beside you.

"Isn't past your bed time, James?" You snarled, your fixated gaze still not leaving Bucky's.

"Isn't it past yours, Y/N?" His domineering smirk grew. He didn't show it, but Bucky was furious. His normal icy blue eyes were overtaken by his blown up pupils. That should be his hand around your waist. And that skimpy little dress you had on was running his mind ragged.

Finally, you peeled your sight away from Bucky's and took Matt's hand, stomping off towards the dance floor. You could feel Bucky's eyes following you as you left. You spun around, cupping Matt's cheeks and muttered something he didn't quiet hear, and pressed a hard kiss onto his lips. It was wet and sloppy, teeth gnashing into each other.

You danced with Matt until you legs felt like jelly. His hands roamed your hips, squeezing and grabbing. Sometimes your back would be pressed against his back and you would grind against him. You were practically dry humping him in the middle of the dance floor. Sweat beaded on your forehead, threatening to ruin your makeup you had spent hours perfecting.

"I'm gonna get something to drink!" Matt yelled in your ear. You nodded, sitting down at one of the empty tables.

You pulled your phone out, your breath getting caught in your throat as you saw the multiple text messages from Bucky.

Do you think of me when he's fucking you?

I bet he thanks me when he's fucking you.

I own you bitch, yeah you know it's true.

Why you hadn't blocked his number yet was beyond you, and now you were regretting it. Your head snapped up from your phone, trying to find Matt through the sea of people. You couldn't find him, so you got up and pushed your way up to the bar.

Your stomach sunk when you saw Bucky and Matt standing by each other. Matt looked considerably small compared to Bucky. He was at least 5 inches shorter than him, and Bucky was right. His arms were twigs. And you could basically see Bucky's muscles ripple underneath his tight shirt.

"I thought you were gonna get us drinks?" You asked, placing a hand on Matt's shoulder.

"You never told you and him were friends with benefits." Matt said flatly. Your stomach sunk further, hand dropping to your side.

"I-"

"What the fuck, Y/N! You couldn't have bothered to tell me that? This whole party was a fuckin' trap!"

"Matt-"

"No. This is done, we're done. You need to get some serious help for that fucked up head of yours." He shook his head before turning away from you, taking off towards the exit.

You were stunned, frozen in place. What the fuck just happened? It was Bucky's laughter that broke you out of the trance. Fuming, you snatched him by the bicep and drug him into one of the private rooms. Bucky could have easily made you let go of him, but he went with it. Slamming the door behind you, you locked it.

"If you wanted to fuck, we could have just went back to the compound. We don't have to do it here." He smiled darkly.

"What gives you the god damn right-" You yelled, your voice shaking. No, your entire body was shaking with anger. "How could you do that?!" You could barely piece a sentence together.

"He wasn't right for you." He shrugged.

"And you were right for me?" You laughed bitterly. "I told you how I felt, Bucky. But you told me the only thing I was good for was sex. I got over it, why can’t you?"

"You are clearly not over it. Or else you wouldn't be dressed in that little black dress I love."

For the second time tonight, you breath got stuck in your throat. Bucky inched closer to you.

"And you wouldn't have worn that lipstick either. It always looked so good smudged all over your face."

He had you backed up against the wall now.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous." You whispered.

He leaned forward, his hot breath wafting over your neck. You could smell the whiskey coming off him. "Do you think of me when he's fucking you?" He repeated, his voice husky.

A pathetic whimper fell off your lips and he chuckled. "Did he even make you cum?"

Your core was on fire. You squeezed your legs together, trying to release some of the pressure, but it didn't work. Not being able to take it anymore, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards you. Crashing your lips onto his, his hands instantly grabbed the back of your neck, his metal fingers intertwining with your loose hair. Bucky's body was pressed so tightly to yours that you could already feel his erection through his pants. He was so hard that it must have been painful.

He pulled away from you, panting. You let go of his collar and your hands dipped past his waistline. Your slender fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing him gently.

"Fuck." He purred. "Haven't had my hands on you in forever, little girl."

"I hate you." You hissed. He yanked on your hair to make you look up at him.

"No you don't."

Bucky shoved his knee in between your legs, forcing your knees apart. His flesh hand lifted up your dress to your hips and disappeared between your thighs. Pushing your panties to the side, his fingers swiped across your labia, an erotic moan escaped from your mouth. Bucky smirked as he easily found your sensitive bud, rubbing it softly.

"See," He moaned, your hand moving up down on his shaft. "If you hated me you wouldn't be dripping."

A blush crept across your cheeks, realizing how wet you actually wear. You could feel your juices seeping down you thighs, making them sticky. Suddenly, his index finger prodded into your tight hole, burying it inside of your slick walls. You lurched forward, your head landing on his shoulder as you let out a high pitched moan.

"Fuck, Bucky!" You cried, his finger quickening its pace.

He only had one inside of you, but it was so thick and rough that you could feel your first orgasm approaching. You let go of his cock, bringing your hand out to wrap your arms around his neck, clinging onto him for dear life.

His thumb started to lazily swirl around your clit. You stood on your tiptoes, your mouth attacking his neck. As you sucked and nibbled on it, you knew you were going to leave a mark.

Then Bucky's finger nudged against that special spot deep inside you, making you gasp. He did it again, loving the little noises you were making. You were on the cusp of cumming all over his hand when he suddenly pulled out of you.

You whined against his neck, the noise echoing around the room. Bucky hummed, sticking his finger in his mouth. His tongue swirled around his mouth, licking it clean.

"You better be quiet, doll." He laughed. "Or someone might hear us." Both of Bucky's hands came around to your backside, and he hooked this thumbs around the waistline of your panties, pulling them off of you. You watched through hazy eyes as he brought them to his face, inhaling your scent. "Always so sweet." Bucky stuck them in his back pocket, his hands returning to your ass. "Jump." He growled in your ear.

Your legs wrapped around his waste, hissing as you pulsating heat rubbed against Buckys hard cock. His lips connected with yours as he kissed you roughly, almost knocking the breath out of you. You tongue slotted past his lips, tasting yourself in his mouth. He walked backwards, landing on the small couch that was in the room.

Bucky sat down, bring you down on top of him. You pulled away, resting your forehead on his as your hands fumbled with his belt and zipper. You finally got them undone and you pulled his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, smacking him in the stomach.

You slowly dragged yourself along his painfully red shaft, moaning together at the feeling. Hands tangled in his hair as you lifted you hips up, aligning yourself with him. You hissed through your teeth as you sunk down on him, his dick splitting you in half.

"Shit." Bucky moaned, the grip on your hips tightening. There would definitely be bruises there tomorrow. His hips bucked up into you as you settled back down in his lap, him now full sheathed inside you. "Think you got tighter without my cock splitting you open everyday." He panted.

The pain slowly ebbed into pleasure and you rocked forward, placing your hands on his shoulders. You shoved yourself back down on him, strangling a cry. Your worked yourself on him slowly, incoherent moans slipping from your trembling lips. Your juices seeped out of you, pooling around his balls. The sounds of moaning and skin slapping together filled the otherwise quiet room.

"Are you gonna make yourself cum on my cock, little girl?” Bucky grunted, trying not to loose his shit at your agonizing slow pace. You nodded, muttering a 'yes'. "That's my good girl, always works my cock so good." Bucky tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Look at me when you cum." He ordered. The tightening in your lower abdomen suddenly sprang free at his words, your walls spasming around him.

"Oh, my god! Oh, my goddd!" You screamed, your ears ringing, and your vision was dotted with little black spots. Buckys hand snapped up to your mouth, and you sobbed into it. You felt tears slipping out of the corner of your eyes as you continued to cum around him. And your eyes never left his. His eyes were no longer full of rage, but full of something else you couldn't quiet put your finger on.

As you came down from your high, Bucky flipped you over, the back of your head hitting the arm rest. Your legs wrapped around his waist again and his hips snapped up to meet yours.

"This pussy," Bucky groaned, pushing faster into you. "Is mine."

"Yours!" You echoed. "Your pussy, yours!" You sobbed.

He laughed and bent down, pressing a wet kiss on your forehead. "Such a good girl." He purred.

Bucky didn't give you much time to recovery from your first orgasm as your second one rapidly built up. He no longer bothered keep you quiet, he wanted people to hear. He wanted everyone to know who it was that was making you feel this good.

"Bucky! Oh fuck, Bucky!" You chanted. "You feel so good, your cock feels so good!" Any self control you had was gone. You wanted him to feed your most primal urges in the nastiest of ways.

"Mhmm, gonna make me cum." Bucky moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy and less precise. "Your little pussy is so tight."

"I want it." You whined. "Please, baby."

Bucky grunted, your name falling over his lips as his seed plastered the inside of your walls. The feeling of him cumming inside you tipped you over the edge, clenching down on his oversensitive cock.

"Fuck!" He cried, burying his head into the crook of your neck. Your entire body shook underneath him, that final orgasm completely ruining you.

He pulled out of you after your breathing slowed. You blinked up at him, eyes bleary. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

"I missed you." He muttered as he pulled his pants back up.

You sat up readjusting to readjust your dress, pulling it back down so it covered your now bruised ass. Standing up, you walked to the little mirror that was hung on the wall, attempting to fix your makeup.

"Y/N?"

"Come to my place tonight." You whispered, not looking at him. "Let me show you how much I missed you." You opened the door to leave, but you hesitated. Turning your head back towards him, you winked.

"Oh, and keep the panties."

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Steve x female!reader smut

WARNINGS: kinky!steve, slight dubcon, dom!steve, sub!reader, teasing, thigh riding, hold the moan, touching in public, dirty talk, color system, steve is absolutely filthy in this, and i'm not sorry. MINORS DNI BELOW THE CUT, 18+ ONLY

side note: uuhhh yeahhh i kinda got carried away with this, and i will not apologize lmao.

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“When’s the last name you’ve got any action, grandpa?” Tony asked.

Steve, who was currently taking a drink, almost choked.

“Give you 20 bucks he’s still a virgin.” Bruce said back, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Okay fine. Easiest $20 I’ll ever make.”

Steve chuckled and turned to them.

“For your information, I’m not. But if you gotta know, it was before I went into the ice.”

Tony made some comment about Steve being the oldest and horniest man alive.

“Will you two leave him alone?” You barked. “It’s rude to ask someone about their sex life.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tony rolled his eyes at you. “You’re just being defensive cause you wanna tap that. Don’t blame you, though. I mean look at him, he’s 250 pounds of pure muscle and-”

“Holy shit, Tony! Shut up. You’re drunk.” You laughed, swatting at his shoulder.

Steve glanced over at you, his eyes lingering a little too long on your hips. It was less than a second, but you automatically felt his eyes on you.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

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After that night, you had made it your personal mission to fix Steve long lived dry spell. It wasn’t like you would be throw yourself at him. Ever since you had joined the team, you and Steve had flirted with each other. But you had just figured it was more of a work relationship type thing.

But guess it wasn’t. You started noticing the little touches he would give you, whether it was trying to get around you in the kitchen or out on the battle field. His hand would just stay a little too long for it just to be harmless flirting.

And ever since then, you had been doing everything in your power -without being too obvious- to have Steve finally notice you.

“Hey, Stevie.” You smiled at him, squatting down to observe the dumbbells that were on the floor.

“Hi, Y/N.” He muttered from behind you, his eyes glued to your perfect ass. You were currently wearing leggings and a sport bra to work out in. Something new that you had started doing. You had purposely worn your sheer leggings, knowing Steve would be in the gym today.

You grabbed the 30 pound dumbbell and walked over to him, smiling still.

“Will you spot me?” You asked, batting your eye lashes. Steve nodded and stood behind you with his hands out as you proceeded to do squats.

“Didn’t even think you could lift 30 pounds, Y/N.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“Hey!” You squealed playfully. “Gotta keep myself tight somehow.”

You squatted down one last time, your ass cheeks barely grazing over Steve’s dick as you went down. Steve went rigid, and it felt like all of his blood went rushing to his cock, leaving him light headed.

You dropped the dumbbells and reached behind you to stretch your arms out. Turning around, you smiled at him noticing how flush he looked.

"Thanks, Stevie. I'm gonna hit the showers, Nat, Wanda, I are having a girls night." You patted his shoulder as you walked past him, headed towards the locker room. Steve just stood there nodding stupidly, praying to whatever god that was out there that you didn't notice his very obvious erection.

But you most definitely did notice it.

As soon as you disappeared behind the door, Steve ran into the other locker room, locking the door behind him. He turned the shower on and shed his sweaty clothes, his painfully hard cock smacking him in the stomach. Stepping into the shower stream, he moaned quietly, his hand stroking his cock.

Why was Y/N being such a damn tease? Didn't he see he wanted to fuck her in oblivion? Was it really that hard to notice? Or was he just bad at dropping hints? This would be a third time he’s touched himself this week thinking about you underneath him, moaning for him, begging for him.

Steve fucked his hand harder, the thought of your ass in those leggings flooding his thoughts as he painted the shower wall with his cum. He let out a frustrated sigh, still feeling unsatisfied. Touching himself has worked before, why wasn’t it working now?

— — —

“Movie night!” Tony yelled, plopping down in the arm chair. It was Friday, and as a tradition the team would watch a movie together. And so no fighting happened about what movie to watch, they took turns picking one out. And this week is Y/N’s turn.

“Fifty Shades or Grey? Are you kidding, Y/N?” Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“It’s a good movie!” You protested, sitting down next to Steve. “There’s more than just sex in it, Sam.” You pulled a blanket overtop you and Steve and crossed you legs, you knee bumping into Steve’s.

Steve could already feel the hotness creeping up the back of his neck. A movie all about sex? That would make people uncomfortable, wouldn’t it?

Y/N hit play on the movie and the opening credits started, the recognizable rainy skyline of Seattle filling the screen.

It was about halfway though the movie, and Steve was already pitching a tent in his pants. He glanced quickly at the rest of his males in the room, seeing if anyone else was hard. But he was the only one. Thanking Y/N silently for covering him with a blanket, he soon released his mistake.

Steve felt a hand land on his upper thighs, squeezing it softly. His eyes went wide and a snuck a look over at Y/N, who had no expression on her face. Your hand continued upward, leaving little squeezes and soft caresses as you went. Steve stirred uncomfortably, the tip of his dick pressing painfully into his jeans.

“Got ants in your pants, capsicle?” Tony asked, which reciprocated a loud “shhh” from Natasha.

As Steve opened his mouth to answer, Y/N palmed his dick, your finger tips ghosting over his balls. He quickly shut his mouth, clenching his jaw to hold back a moan.

As soon you started your hand disappeared back into your lap, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. Steve was dumbfounded. He wanted to yell at you for doing this to him- in the of the living room of at places! But at the same time he wanted to drag you back to his room and shove your head down onto his cock until you were choking. He wasn’t sure which one would come first.

The ending of the movie was stupid and Steve was still hard, making him grumpy. The rest of the team got up and said their good nights but you and Steve stayed planted on the couch.

“Well, good night Stevie.” You whispered, starting to get up. Frustrated beyond belief, Steve grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you in so you were straddling his thigh.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He hissed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You smiled innocently.

“Don’t be coy, Y/N. It’s not very nice.”

Y/N looked at Steve, his beautiful blues were raging with anger and lust. It should have scared you, but it was just making you more turned on. You slowly drug your heat against Steve’s thick thigh, shuddering.

“Well, you were oblivious to my other hints. So I decided to be straight foreword.”

“You are playing with fire.” Steve growled, his hands finding your hips, moving you up and down on his thigh.

You leaned in close, your hot breath hitting his ear. “Good thing I’m a convicted arsonist then.”

You suddenly stood up, your core was begging for more attention but you waved goodnight to Steve, leaving him on the couch.

— — —

It was a couple days after the movie night, and Steve still hadn’t ruined you yet. You were starting to think you pushed him too far and he wasn’t interested anymore. He had been avoiding you like wild fire and whenever he was forced to speak with you, it was spiteful.

Getting your thoughts to calm down, you climbed into bed and pulled the covers over yourself, nuzzling your freshly cleaned comforter. Just as you were starting to fall asleep there was a loud sharp knock on your door.

Grimacing, you threw the covers off you, you eyes darting to the clock. Someone better be dying to have woken you back up this late. You flung the door open and snarled “What?”

The figure in front of you pushed into your room, kicking the door closed with closed with his foot. Spinning you, he pinned you against the wall, his breath hot on the back of your neck.

“I’m gonna show you what you do it me.” Steve growled, biting you softly on your shoulder. You let you a high pitched whine as his already hard cock pressed into your ass. “And you’re gonna take all of it, like the good little girl you are.”

“Steve-” You moaned, pushing your ass farther back into his hips. He hissed and grabbed your hips, slamming them back into the wall.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ greedy brat. If you’re good, I’ll reward you. If not- we’ll let’s just say it’ll be fun for me.” A soft moan fell off your lips. "Oh, what's wrong? Can't keep this act up anymore, can you sweetheart?"

Steve spun you back around so you were facing him. Your cheeks were flushed and you could feel your lips getting chapped. Steve's hair was messed up, tuft's of it sticking up. He didn't look like the calm and collected Captain America you were used to seeing. His pupils were large, blown up with lust and need.

"Get on you knees." He whispered. You sunk down, your hands placed in your lap. Steve had hardly even gotten started and you were already submissive for him, and it just turned him on more knowing he was able to tame you this easily.

Steve dropped his sweatpants, his cock springing free from its binds. Y/N licked your lips in excitement. You knew he was big from feeling him on the couch the other night, but seeing it was a different experience. It was long and thick, and a large vein that zigzagged across the bottom of it.

You hands grabbed the back of his thighs and you licked his tip lightly. He shuddered, your actions sending shivers up his spine. You pushed your mouth deeper into him, your tongue dragging along the bottom. You blinked up at Steve, looking at him through thick lashes. He let out a strangled moan and grabbed the back of your hair, pushing himself down your throat.

You gagged and spit bubbled out of the corners of your mouth as he fucked your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you tried to relax the back of your throat so he could all the way in.

"You lettin' me mouth fuck you like a good little girl?" Steve panted, sweat beading on his forehead. You moaned in response, the vibrations causing him push into you even faster. "Fuck sweetheart, so good, so fucking good."

Steve felt his orgasm rapidly approaching and he tried to pull away, but you kept him still by holding onto his thigs, knowing he was close.

"No, fuck, Y/N, stop." He sputtered. You stopped working him, his cock falling out of your mouth with a wet plop.

"Can't handle me, Captain?" You asked looking up at him, your bottom lip sticking out. "S'okay. I knew you couldn't."

Steve felt the same rage he felt in the living room bubble up in his chest again. He grabbed you by your hair, dragging you to your feet. His face was inches from yours as he brought you in close, his breathing ragged.

"You're being bad again, Y/N." He growled, his voice dangerously low. "Do you need to be punished, sweetheart?"

Y/N's eyes widened at his words. Steve Rogers was one kinky fuck. He steered you over to your bed, his hand tight on the back of your head still. Sitting down, he pulled you across his knee and yanked your panties down.

His fingers dipped in between your legs, collecting the wetness to his tips. He chuckled darkly and you heard the sound of him sucking on his fingers, licking away your honey.

"Hmmm, so sweet. I knew it would be. Too bad your mouth is filthy, or I would be devouring your little pussy right now." He chuckled again, his hand running across you ass cheek. You shuddered, knowing what was about to happen. "Y/N." Steve said suddenly, all the dominance in his voice disappearing. You looked back at him, surprised. "I need to hear your colors, sweetheart."

"Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red to stop." You whispered.

"Where are you at right now, doll?"

"Green. So green."

The dark and domineering look returned to Steve's face after hearing you speak those words. "Good."

Smack! You let out a whimper as Steve's rough hand collided with your soft skin. "Count, little girl."

"One." You panted.

Another smack, and you cried out, your head hanging down.

"You gotta count doll, or we're gonna restart."

"Two." Your cheeks stung and you were blinking back tears.

You made it all the way to six, until you were begging him to stop. Your words coming out as incoherent mumbles and whines. Steve sat you up in his lap, snaking his arms around your waist. You buried your head into his bare chest, trying to calm your hard breathing.

"Such a good girl. Did you learn your lesson 'bout mouthin' off to me?" He mumbled into your hair, as he placed soft kissing on the crown of your hair.

You nodded. "Yes." Steve set you carefully on the bed, trying not to be too rough knowing you were still recovering. He pressed a hard kiss on your lips, his body sliding on top of yours. You softly moaned, tasting him for the first time.

"I've dreamed about this night, Y/N." He groaned, his bare cock rubbing against your heat. Your hips bucked in response, but he moved a strong hand to your side, pinning them down. "About having a whining mess underneath me," He placed a wet kiss on your neck. "Letting me take you, anytime, anywhere." He bit down on your collar bone. "All while you're begging me to fuck you."

"Steve, please." You begged, your core aching for some sort of attention. "I need you to-"

"Need me to what, Y/N?"

"Touch me, please, Stevie." You cried out, finally not able to take it anymore.

He smirked, and moved down to your pulsing heat. "Oh, sweet girl." Steve purred, his breath hitting your pussy. It made you shudder knowing he was that close to your most intimate parts. "You are drenched. Did I do this to you?" You moaned in response, but apparently that wasn't good enough. "Use your words." He stuck a long, calloused finger inside of you, curling up words.

"Yes, fuck yes, Steve!" A scream ripped through your throat. "It's you, it was you!" You sobbed.

"Good girl." His lips attacked your clit, swirling his tongue clock-wise, as his finger worked in and out of you, and it felt like your stomach was doing flips. You sat up slightly and removed your tee shirt, throwing it somewhere over Steve's shoulder. His free hand instantly snaked up to your breasts, squeezing on your nipple.

You let out a string of curse words as you came finally, your thighs shaking. That must have been the most mind blowing orgasm you've ever had. But Steve didn't give you time to recover. He instantly added two more fingers, the tips of them hitting your g-spot every time. His lips suction-cupped around your clit, sucking and nibbling on it very softly.

"Oh, my god Steve." You whimpered pitifully. "Please-fuck." You slammed your head back on the pillows and grabbed his hair. "Please, Steve, I'm gonna cum again."

You felt him laugh on your clit and you moaned, noticing how good it felt. The feeling of your stomach doing flips returned, and you groaned. You came and your vision blurred, ears ringing. You tugged on Steve hair, trying to pull him away from your clit.

"Yeah, that's a good girl." Steve murmured, finally coming up for air. He moved back on top of you and slammed his lips into yours. You tasted yourself on his beard stubble and his tongue. "You taste so good doll. I coulda been down there for forever."

"Please, can I have your cock now Stevie? Please, I've been such a good girl."

"Only because you asked so nicely." He grinned, kissing you again. You watched with hazy eyes as he pumped his cock in a fist a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.

He slid his tip along your slick folds, a moan falling off his cum-covered lips. Slowly, he pushed into and your legs wrapped around his waste.

"Oh, fuck baby." He groaned. "You're so fucking tight for me."

He finally bottomed out, his balls slapping against your taint. You felt him pull back out before he slammed back into you, hard. You gasped, loving how he completely filled you up. His cock scratched the most deepest places you could never reach. Steve started going at a relentless pace, your headboard smacking against the wall with each thrust. You couldn't form a single thought as he drove into you. Every nerve was light on fire and exploding like a firework.

Your walls clenched down around him and he cried out. "You gonna cum again for me sweetheart? Is my fat cock gonna make you cum?"

You somehow whimpered out a yes, nodding your head. You saw a devilish smile creep across Steve's face as he grabbed your legs by the back of your knee's, lifting your ass off the bed. He sat up and brought you to him and started going faster than you could ever imagine.

"FUCK!" You screamed, your fists balling up the sheets, turning your knuckles white. Your entire body shook as your orgasm washed over you like waves. Steve pulled out of you and set you back on the bed. Noticing that he was out of you, you felt cold and empty. He hovered over you as you moaned and twitched, your entire body overstimulated.

"Y/N, honey?" He asked softly. "What's your color?"

"Green." You moaned, body still on fire.

"Y/N-"

"It's green. I promise." You reached up for him, touching his chest. Your fingers traced over a small scar, wondering how he got it. You would have to ask him sometime. His large hand clasped over your small one, and he brought it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles tenderly.

"Face down, ass up." He whispered, still kissing your knuckles. You turned your body to how he wanted, wiggling your ass in anticipation. He slid his fingers down, checking your wetness. You heard him spit into the palm of his hand, and stroke his cock. "How do you want me, love?"

"Slow. I want to feel you."

Steve pushed back into you, your body a little more adjusted to his size. The two of you moaned in unison, reveling in the feeling of his cock sliding against your velvety walls. Each time he thrusted, he almost came all the way out of you. His nails scratched your ass and your name fell off his lips. You knew he was close, but you didn't want this mind blowing feeling to end.

His pace picked up a small bit and you moaned a mouth full of curse words into the pillow. "Baby, please-" You moaned. "I can't cum again."

"S'okay. Your sweet little pussy has me so close." He grunted. Steve hooked a strong arm around your chest and hoisted you up, your body flush against his. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." He whispered into the crook of your neck. "So fucking beautiful, my sweet little girl."

"Steve." You groaned, your voice full of lust and love. "Cum in me, please."

"Oh, fuck." He whimpered. His lips connected to your sensitive flesh on your neck, sucking on it hard. He was marking you. You were his. "Fuck...fuck." You felt his hips stutter against you. "So fucking good, Y/N." His white hot seed spilled out inside you. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" He cried. "Look at you, taking all my cum like a good little girl."

He pushed into you a few more times before letting you go, and rolled onto the bed. You collapsed next to him, your head falling on his chest. When his breathing finally slowed, you looked up at him. He was smiling like an idiot.

You giggled, kissing him on the cheek. One of his hands reached up and cupped your cheek. "I told you that you were playing with fire, Y/N."

"And I told you that I'm a convicted arsonist."

Steve laughed and got out of bed. "Here- let's clean you up." He grabbed a towel out of your laundry basket and whipped you clean. He did the same to himself before coming back to bed.

Steve pulled you close and kissed you on your temple, his stubble tickling you. "I think we're gonna have to do that again, but without all the teasing." He chuckled.

"But that's the fun part." You protested, and he swatted at your butt. "Okay, fair enough." You smiled.

Just as you were slipping into unconsciousness, there was a loud knock at your door. You felt Steve pull himself away from you, and cover you up with a blanket. You watched as he grabbed another towel and wrapped it around himself, and opened the door. You couldn't see past Steve's' large shoulders, but you could hear who it was.

"Listen, I'm happy you're getting some, but please go to your room next time. I don't wanna heard the damn headboard hitting my wall all night." Sam grumbled, sleepily.

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Oh christ I've never done an ask before and I completely understand if you dont have time to write this.. but I just found your page recently and honestly got so lost I didnt realize it was 5am till the sun started shining and stuff- anyways!! I was wondering if you could maybe write a longer version of the Daddy Anakin with a innocence kink? The lil blurb you wrote was so good🥺💖

Hi sweetheart! I don’t really write long fics. Because I’m not good at it lol. BUT I thought I would write another little blurb for you.

You were sat on his lap on the couch in your shared apartment, watching some holovids. He had one arm wrapped around your waist and the other was gripping your thigh, his thumb running soft circles on the sensitive skin. It was distracting, and you knew that he knew what he was doing. It was subtle. But that didn't mean that it wasn't working you up.

When he pushes his hand just slightly between your thighs, you let out a breathy whimper. And when he lets his thumb brush over your covered slit, you can't help but squirm in his lap. He pushes harder against your clit, rubbing slow, but firm circles. "A-Ani..." He halts his movements for just a moment, letting out a deep chuckle when you raise your hips to chase the friction. "What is it, sweet girl?"

He grips your thigh to hold you in place once you start grinding down against him. "Please? P-please Ani?" He lets his hand trace over the waist band of your panties, pulling them back and letting them snap against your skin. He lets out a quiet hum when you gasp, "You want me to keep touching you?" "Y-yes! please?" He places a sweet kiss to your cheek, pulling away to watch you carefully as he strips you of your underwear. He moves your legs to rest over his, spreading you open so he has access to your core. He runs his middle, and ring finger through your folds to gather your slick, hissing through his teeth. You let out a desperate whimper when he begins to circle your clit.

"I know, darling. I've got you." You let your head fall back to rest against his shoulder, turning your head so you can press a sloppy kiss to the skin on his neck. "F- thank y-you. Thank you so much Ani- it feels so good." Anakin shushes you quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple and he lets two of his fingers press into your entrance. He lays his free hand against your lower stomach to keep you from squirming when he sets a brutal pace with his fingers. Your hand shoots down to grip tightly at his wrist, not moving to pull it away, just to hold onto as you force yourself to keep your thighs spread.

His palm grinds deliciously against your clit, and it has you whining out desperately as you try to hold back your impending orgasm. He seems to take notice of this and curls his fingers up harder. "A-Ani I- Please-" Before you can finish your sentence our orgasm rips through your body. Your thighs clench tightly around Anakin's hand as he coos soft praises in your ear. "There's my girl. You're doing so good baby, look at you go."

He slows the pumping of his fingers, letting his palm grind against you softly until you let your thighs fall open again. He pulls his hand away, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to clean them of your juices. When he notices the tremble in your thighs and the tears staining your cheeks he lets out a soft sigh, wiping any stray tears off your skin and pressing a soft kiss against your lips before letting his hands rub soothing circles against your thighs.

You let out a soft whimper against his lips, pulling away to rest your head in the crook of his neck as you try to catch your breath. He lets his free hand trail beneath your shirt, stroking along your spine as he peppers kisses on your forehead and cheeks. When you whine out a soft "D-daddy?" his heart melts, and he pulls you in closer to him. "I know, baby. I know. You did so well for me."