DONE DEAL

He spent so much time on them and for me he got lazy

Oh my sweet holy angels...this was something I started after Indigenous day last year (2021) but never got back around to finishing it. I've been having really bad writers block and haven't been able to finish writing the Dark!Thor fic (that I also started back in 2021) yet, but it's like 2/3rds of the way done...a lot has changed since I last posted a fic...for example I recently decided to take a break from school and dropped out of this fall term...I've also been working overtime so yeah...finally had a day off today and I spent it finishing this piece of junk... anyways, hope ya'll enjoy this trash dumped from my overworking brain (๑~๑) I also refuse to proof read...and I will die on this messy anti-beta reading hill (because my eyes hurt and I am too lazy to bother) this is also 8,798 f*cking words..so yeah

-Growing up, you were all alone until you met Steve and you two bonded over being outcasts, but after the serum, you're left all alone again...or are you?

*18+!!!*

WARNING: horrible grammar, NOT edited, bad English (please be nice I know my English is bad, it’s not my first language 🥺) mentioning of unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you get silly), mean and dark Steve, angsty, fat-shaming, ED, pregnancy, noncon, breath play, choking...honestly read at your own risk because I am a warning all on my own

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You had the biggest crush on Steve Rogers, you fell for him the day you met him. The scrawny little boy who stood up for you when a group of kids cornered you and berated you for your weight, acne, and stubby stature. You two would get made fun of, pointed and laughed at whenever you two went out together, so instead you both would meet privately, getting away from your harsh reality to somewhere no one could disrupt you two, your shared safe space. You two began to date secretly, no one knew about you two, not even Bucky knew. When Steve would get set up with another pretty girl that was friends with Bucky's latest flame, you couldn't help but to worry if he'd lose interest in you. Steve would always reassure you that he'd never fancy such shallow women, that he only had eyes for you.

When Steve first told you that he was accepted and would be leaving soon to join the army, you fought every fiber in your body to not break down and beg him to stay, you understood that this was Steve's dream. That was the night you lost your virginity to Steve, holding him close before he would leave you for war. After Steve left you cried as you held onto the shirt he left behind for you, allowing yourself to let go off all the emotions you refused to show to within his presence.

Steve would come and visit whenever he could, whenever he came back, you two would spend most of your time together in bed, wrapped up in the sheets with every inch of your bare bodies touching. After Steve wrote and explained to you that he had received the serum you did your best to not let your fears get the better of you, this was good for Steve, he was healthier, happier, and could now achieve all his dreams with less roadblocks in his way. Steve stopped visiting just before receiving the serum, all you had left of him were his letters, but when those became more and more scarce you had to remind yourself that Steve had more responsibility now that he was the face of America, THE Captain America.

Your parents had sent you to buy things from town for dinner, as you were browsing the store shelves your eye caught a familiar blond man. He must’ve felt you watching him, Steve looked up and it was as if he was a child caught stealing candy. “Doll!” He quickly recovered and suddenly you were engulfed in muscular arms, “Y/n, what are you doing here? I was planning to surprise you.” You couldn’t reply and only stared at Steve with wide eyes, you hadn’t seen him with the serum and felt overwhelmed by his tall and muscular frame, you awkwardly returned his sudden hug.

"What happened to you Stevie? Why are you so..." you paused, your tongue stuck on what words to use that wouldn't be impolite and rude.

"Big? Healthy? Strong? Well it's thanks to the serum doll." Steve smiled down at your with his breath taking boyish smile, the same one that always made you swoon. "I've got something I must tend to, can you meet me at the Wellington Hotel? I am in room 214, be there by 10 sharp." Too stunned to realized what was happening you simply nodded your head as Steve roughly pulled away and left you standing in the aisle with all your questions and words floating in the unspoken air around you. After standing in the aisle like an odd buffoon, you managed to collect yourself and process what had just really happened. As you finished getting what you were instructed to and on your way home, you couldn't help but to wonder why Steve was staying in a hotel and not in his apartment that you helped upkeep for him in his leave, he still paid the rent regularly, you would know because you had just been there not too long ago to dust and care for his things so that they wouldn't ware away with time.

Your eldest brother's fiancé Jenny had asked for your help at the sewing mill, but instead of going you decided to use it as a cover to go meet Steve. You'd already talked to your parents and Jenny about working tonight so they wouldn't question where you were, and with the war becoming so intense they also wouldn't question you about when you'd return. Many people often found themselves working day and night in order to try and do their part for the country. Your father and brothers worked to scrap metal for the war, your mother worked to feed the family on rations, and you worked at the local sewing mill.

You did your best to be discreet in order to not draw any attention when you got to the hotel, it was indecent for an unmarried young woman to be meeting a man in a hotel like this. You carefully knocked on the door of room 214 and twiddled with your fingers nervously, you yelped when the door suddenly opened and you were yanked into the dark the room. "Wha-" Before you could finish speaking, you were silenced by Steve's hand covering your mouth.

"No one saw you coming here did they? You didn't tell anyone you were coming to see me did you?" You pulled Steve's hand away from your mouth and huffed a few breaths of air before replying, "No, it would be indecent, I made sure to be careful." Steve seemed to relaxed and sighed in relief, "Good, I don't want to risk anyone knowing." You wanted to question Steve as to what he meant and why the lights were off in the dark room but before you could ask him he was already pulling at your clothes and kissing your jaw, your mind clouded as you melted like goo in his arms.

You gasped as Steve lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist, something you two had never done before due to your size differences. He walked you over to the bed and threw you onto it, he open the front of your dress and pushed down your bra as he slid down your body while his mouth bit and sucked its way down from your jaw to your breasts. The room filled with the sounds of your panting and moans of needing more, but Steve didn't seem to make a sound. When you reached up to hold Steve close, he roughly pulled away from your touch and grabbed your wrists, holding them down with one hand as he used his other to bunch up your dress around your hips and ripped your underwear off to place himself at your entrance. You could feel that he still had all his clothes on and had simply taken his cock out of his pants. Without warning Steve shoved himself inside of you, when you opened your mouth to scream from the pain of not being prepared properly Steve slammed his free hand over you mouth, covering your nose as well. As he barbarically pumped in and out of you, he finally began to moan, and instead of your name coming from his lips, Steve repeated another woman's name.

Peggy.

Your tears wouldn't stop as you felt yourself losing consciousness from the lack of air and pain of Steve's brutal thrusts. As you tried to free your hands and shook your head violently side to side in hopes of removing his hand from blocking your airways, you felt yourself becoming more and more tired until everything eventually faded and you lost consciousness.

It was still dark out when you woke up, you found yourself laying sprawled out on the floor in the cold with nothing covering you. Carefully gathering yourself and doing your best to stand on your aching legs as your neither regions screamed in pain, you looked around for Steve and saw him sleeping peacefully on the bed. When you couldn't stand anymore due to the painful aftermath of what Steve did to you, you decided to settle on the edge of the bed, but as soon as you sat Steve suddenly kicked you off onto the floor.

"Get out, people will be waking up soon." You sat stunned, unable to move as you replayed his words in your head over and over again. "Did you not hear me?" Steve got up from the bed and roughly grabbed your arm and dragged you towards the door, "Fix your rags and get out."

"Steve..."You felt as though the air was suddenly as hard as the bricks that made up the walls around you.

"Y/n, I gave you what you wanted, now get out. I will not be repeating myself." Steve's nose flared in anger as he glared into your soul.

"I...I thought you loved me?" Your tears began to fall again, your mind scrambled, unable to understand what was happening.

"Y/n, look at yourself and then look at me. I am every woman and man's dream, why would I be with someone like you? You are fat, your face is covered in acne scars and you are far too short for me. My status is too high to be associated with someone like you. Before the serum I was just as much a loser as you, but now I am the image of perfection, I cannot be with someone who is the definition of 'other'. After I received the serum I came to the realization that we couldn't be together anymore, I've also met someone else...last night was just me making sure that I truly loved her, and it can also be seen as a goodbye to you. I used to feel guilty, but being with you last night made me realize that your body does nothing but disgust me now that I've been with the true love of my life. Now get out before people start waking up, or else I will call for security and tell them that you are a crazy woman who came in here in hopes of harassing Captain America." Steve didn't spare you another look as he opened the door and gestured for your to leave. You quietly gathered yourself and limped out of the room as he shut the door behind you before you could turn around to say goodbye to him.

You limped and made it home before the sun finished rising, you decided to shower and scrubbed yourself clean of evidence from the previous night, hoping to scrub away the pain of Steve's brutal assault and his words with the crusted cum on your legs and breasts. After you finished cleaning off, you decided to sleep in hopes of sleeping away the pain and to avoid seeing your parents in your current mental state. No one disturbed your sleep, thinking that you had spent the whole night at the mill working.

When you finally awoke, you didn't know what to do or think...you seemed to go through the days with little to no emotions, you became quieter and withdrew from everyone around you more and more, feeling disgusted with yourself and replaying Steve's cruel words over and over again in your head, you began to skip meals. When asked about your sudden change, you simply blamed it on the stress of war times and that worked, until you came down with what you thought was a stomach bug that wouldn't leave. But even then you ignored it, even when your clothes started shrinking despite you starving yourself, or when your monthlies never came, you ignored all the signs and evidence of that night until you couldn't anymore. One night after you came home from the mill you found you parents and brothers all sitting in the dining room waiting for you.

"Sit y/n." Your father sat at the head of the table, in this house his word was the law. You sat and looked down at the table, refusing to look up and meet the eyes of your family members or down at your lap that was covered by your growing middle. "William asked Jenny about what happened at the mill four months ago, specifically the night when you limped home and refused to speak to anyone before sleeping the whole day and night away. She said that you never made it to the mill, so tell us y/n, if you did not go to the mill then who did you meet? Because whoever it is, I know that they are the father of that bastard child you are caring." You felt the tears fall one at a time until suddenly, all at once. You finally let yourself go and allowed the sobs to take over your body as everything you'd been ignoring came crushing down on you.

"Oh dear..." your mother came to your side and held you in her arms as your sobs violently shook throughout your body. She carefully wiped away your tears and whispered soft words to you. "What happened dear, tell mom, I won't be mad. Please, you are my only daughter, I've seen how you no longer smile, how you've become withdrawn and dulled."

After a few hiccups, you finally managed to whisper out the words you'd been dreading to face, "I was raped..." As the words left your tongue, your sobs grew louder and you felt your body give out, falling slack into your mother's safe embrace. Your brothers sucked in a breath and your father sat stunned, they seemed to piece together your mother's words and observations with their own experiences with you the last few months and digested it alongside the three horrid words you spoke aloud.

"Y/n..." Your eldest brother William whispered your name and looked at your broken state as the rest his words died before he could speak them. There were always stories of young girls being assaulted, but that was something that only happened to other people...except now it had happened to you, their little sister, and they didn't know what to do or feel.

"Did you see how he looked like?" Your father's voice cracked, betraying him as he tried to hold a strong front at the head of the table. You didn't trust yourself to reply, unable to lie to your family anymore, so instead all you did was cry harder, conflicted with what you were facing. Your mother cried tears of her own as she hushed you like a child and held you closer to her, she looked up at your father with pleading eyes and he understood what she was asking. Even without words, your mother's pained eyes pleaded at your father to not force you to speak and relive the pain you'd experienced that night, and although he wanted to know more in order to try and help you, he complied to your mother's unsaid plea and nodded at your brothers to hold their tongues. "Y/n, you are my only daughter, your mother and I love you very much. But in order to protect you, we must send you away. Your late uncle left your mother his farm, it is far but also close enough that we can come to visit you from time to time...it would be safest and best for you to live there. If you stay here then people will talk, and both you and your child may become endangered due to gossip."

You held your mother tighter, shoving your face further into her chest as you nodded and tried to drown out the sniffling of your brothers silently crying around the family table. The rest of the night was spent packing your things, by morning your things were all loaded into your brother John's work car and everyone waved goodbye to you as your parents drove you away from your childhood home.

When you arrived at the deserted farm your father unloaded the car as your mother helped you clean and unpack some of your things, the drive had taken a full day and night of traveling. You felt guilty and insisted your parents rested a day or two before they returned home, but because of work they ended up only staying that day before starting the drive back.

A month passed and you slowly became accustomed to the house, you worked to sew and fix up old clothes and shoes that Jenny would have William give to John whenever he came by to drop off necessities for you. Your belly grew bigger and it soon became harder to do things around the house, you often found yourself walking around barefoot on the cold hard wooden floors since it had become too hard to bend and put on your socks and shoes. Because John would come to drop off things for you to help patch up, you were able to make a few pennies on the side to prepare for the baby's arrival. You also sent letters home with him and received many from each member of your family, especially your mother.

But John suddenly stopped coming, and then your mother sent a letter through the mail telling you not to try and contact home until John came back. She didn't detail why but you felt that maybe some folks from back home may have started gossiping about your sudden departure, so you respected your mother's wish and stopped writing as instructed and waited for her to write you again or for John to visit and let you know of when this sudden ban would be lifted.

After 2 months of nothing but silence, you became worried. You wanted to return home to see if everything was alright, but now that you were around 6-7 months pregnant, you decided against it and did your best to sit tight in the nearly empty house. You missed seeing your brother, you often found yourself sitting in silence with your ears subconsciously searching for the sound of an old engine, hoping that John would be back to collect the items you'd patched up and with letters from your family with him.

One night while you were upstairs getting ready for bed, your ears caught the sound of an engine. You thought maybe your mind was play tricks, but the sound got closer and before your knew it, your legs began to waddle their way as fast as possible through the house. From the window you could see that there was a vehicle in the front of the house, you were a bit confused at first, you knew what John's work car looked like and it definitely wasn't the one outside, but you chose to ignore the bad feeling at the pit of your stomach after reminding yourself that only your family knew you were out here in the middle of nowhere.

There was a loud knock at the front door and you tried to fasten your pace to go open the door to greet your family after not seeing them for so long. Who you came face to face with stunned you, your instinct kicked in and just as quickly as you'd opened the door, you shut it again and locked it.

"Open the door right now doll, you don't know what I've gone through in order to be here." Steve banged his fist against the door over and over, each one harder than the last, "if you don't open the door then you're gonna regret it. I'm serious y/n, how do you think I found you? I have your family and if you don't open this door then you're never gonna see them ever again." Afraid of what he'd do to your family, you quickly unlocked and opened the door for him.

"What are you doing here?" Your words wavered like your bravery, showcasing your fear.

"Why else would I be here doll, I'm here for you and our child." You stared at Steve and carefully studied his features, he looked older, rougher, his hair was no longer the bright blond it was those months ago, it was now a darker dirty blond. After a while of standing and staring at each other in silence, Steve carefully pushed his way inside. "I know you must have more questions, but I'll explain more inside."

You numbly led him into the living room and stood away from him "Where is my family? What have you done to them?"

"I'll get to that doll, first come here and let me hold you, it's been so long since I've seen you." Steve walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you before you could get away.

"Let me go Steve, tell me where my family is now." You tried to pull away from his embrace but Steve just held you tighter.

"You know y/n, your reaction is a bit different from your family's..did you know I went missing? That I was presumed dead after saving the world by diving myself and a plane loaded with a bomb into ice cold water?" You scrunched your eyebrows together, not understanding anything Steve was saying, he was very clearly alive and in front of you. As if understanding something Steve laughed bitterly as he released you from his embrace and grabbed your upper arms to shake you, "You didn't know? You claim to love me and yet you didn't know that I, the father of your child, died?" He paused to think for a second and scoffed, "Well I guess it does make sense that you wouldn't know, after all, you're out here in the middle of nowhere all alone."

"Steve I don't know what you're talking about or what you want, so please just tell me where my family is and leave me alone." You became more and more frightened by Steve's odd behavior and the crazy things he was saying.

Steve shook his head and looked down at you, "Your family is safe y/n, they put up quite a fight when I came back from the dead to find you. They kept claiming that you'd gotten married and left, but I already knew the truth, I knew that you hadn't left because you got married. I checked for your records when I woke up in the future y/n, couldn't help but wonder what happened to you after I found out that Peggy went off and married, she lived a happy life without me. Should've known that the bitch would move on as easily as she was to fuck. But imagine my surprise and pain when I found out that you'd died in childbirth around 9 to 10 months after we'd spent our last night together?" Steve's hold on you became rougher, he pulled you to him and neared your face, "Imagine that y/n, learning that the one person who ever truly loved me, died trying to give birth my child all alone in a bathtub in the middle of nowhere with no one to be there for her in her last moments. I tried to find your and our child's resting place you know, but everywhere I looked all landed in a dead end, because you two were buried in some unmarked grave on a piece of random land that your parents sold after you died. If your brother hadn't confessed what happened to you on his death bed, then I never would've known about any of this." you gasped in pain as Steve's hold on your upper arms became unbearable, Steve held you closely against him, your bump being squished against his hard body.

Steve seemed to be deep in his own mind when you felt a strong kick from the baby, expressing their displeasure at being woken up from how hard Steve was squishing your bump between you two. Steve's eyes widened and his hold on you softened, he pulled back carefully and looked down at your bump. As if on cue, the baby decided to kick again and Steve saw the way your stomach slightly stretch out where the baby had kicked, he carefully placed his right hand over the spot and felt the baby kick a third time. Steve started crying as he fell to his knees and hugged your waist and rested his head on you stomach.

"I'm so sorry y/n, I never should’ve left you or did what I did to you. But I'm back now, and I can fix things, I swear, I'm not gonna let you and our baby die this time." You tried to pull away from Steve but with every attempted tug, he held on tighter and sobbed harder.

"Steve please get up..." You became more uncomfortable, but no matter how confused or scared you were, you also understood that this wasn't your Steve, this Steve was someone else, someone broken and far more dangerous. You had to be careful not to provoke him. Steve stood and hugged you, he buried his nose in you hair and inhaled the smell of your hair.

"I'm gonna make this right y/n, we're gonna be a happy family. Just like we always used to talk about." You didn't say anything, too afraid of this fragile yet dangerous man...all you did was nod slowly and carefully pulled away from him.

"You seem tired, how about we get some rest and talk more about this in the morning, it's getting very late... I understand what you said, but it's just hard to process... there's a spare room upstairs, you must be tired from driving..." You spoke with a soft tone, careful to not trigger the strange Steve, hoping that he would take this is an act of submission and he wouldn't become aggressive like before.

After leading Steve to the spare room, you returned to your room to sleep. As you were about to fall asleep Steve suddenly barged into your room. You'd debated locking your door earlier but decided against it, too afraid of possibly provoking Steve. Before you could question if he needed anything, Steve walked to your bed and climbed in alongside you and pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head. "I can't sleep without you, I need to hold you. After everything I-... I refuse to spend another night without you in my arms." As uncomfortable as you felt, your fear greatly outweighed it, so all you did was nod your head and pat Steve's back in hopes of pleasing the stranger with a familiar face. After some time, you felt Steve's breathing even out and you followed him into your own dreamless sleep.

During the middle of the night you woke up with the intense need to pee, as you were carefully untangling yourself from Steve you accidentally woke him up. "What are you doing?" His rough and booming voice scared you.

"The baby is pressing on my bladder, I have to pee..." he hummed and released you from his hold.

"Hurry back." you nodded and headed to the bathroom out in the hall to do your business. After you finished peeing, you noticed the dry feeling in your throat and decided to get some water from the kitchen. While on your way back upstairs from the kitchen you passed the living room and saw the keys to Steve's car, you looked back and forth between the set of keys and the stairs leading up to where Steve slept, unaware of the idea that popped in your head.

You quietly grabbed the keys, slipping on an old pair of shoes that were too big for your feet, you carefully opened the front door as quietly as you could and walked out into the night towards the car. As you were unlocking the car and getting in to try and adjust the seat you saw the living room lights turn on and the front door swing open. Steve face twisted into the most horrendous look of anger you'd ever seen in your many years of being alive. Panicked, you shoved the keys into the emission and started the car.

"Y/n get the fuck out of the car right now and come here before I break your fucking legs." Steve marched his way towards the car, just as he was about to grab onto the car's doorhandles you stepped on the gas and drove away. As your sped away you heard the Steve growl angrily. You didn't know where to go, but you knew that you had to get away from here and closer to civilization. As you were speeding down the road you caught a glimpse of Steve running alongside the car, afraid you tried to press on the gas but that didn't seem to work. Before you knew it, Steve jumped onto the car and yanked off the passenger door handle, you stepped onto the brakes with full force and threw Steve off the car. The car swerved out of control and fell into a ditch, crawling your way out of the car, you felt your left leg shooting with pain, as you looked down at it you saw your bone sticking out. As you laid panting on the side of the road, you placed your arms around your bump and was thankful to feel the baby kicking away to show their unhappiness at the situation. You turned your head when you heard footsteps approaching you, look at the cut up bare feet and all you felt was despair course its way throughout your being, how had Steve survived?

He didn't say anything as he crouched down and pulled up your nightgown to check your stomach, spreading you legs apart to look between your thighs, "There's no bleeding, that's good, means you didn't hurt our baby pulling that dumb stunt of yours." He roughly grabbed your left leg and looked at the bone sticking out, without another word he grabbed your right leg with both his hands and snapped it at the knee, breaking it too, you screamed from the excruciating pain, "I told you I'd break your legs if you didn't listen. This your own fault doll."

Steve stood up and went to open the trunk of the car, "You know, I wanted to keep my words and let you see your family, to let you say your goodbyes before I returned with you despite my displeasure at them for keeping the both of you away from me for two whole months, but now that you've done this, I won't feel any guilt for refusing you your goodbyes." Steve came back with some weird looking clothes in hand, he first put it on himself before he stripped you and put the clothes on you as well. Steve pulled out some weird devices and scooped you into his arms bridal style before the world around you swirled together into weird shapes and colors, blurring together into muddled nonsense before everything went black.

You woke up feeling completely numb, you couldn't feel your arms or legs. The memories of what happened came crashing all at once, causing you to have a bad headache. As you opened your eyes you tried to ask for help, but instead of words rolling off your tongue, you moaned out unintelligible nonsense, alerting the nurse checking your vitals that you were awake.

"Oh, you're awake, I'll go get Captain Rogers, Mr. Stark, and Dr. Banner." The nurse walked away without further explanation and didn't to try and comfort your very clearly distressed self. Not long after she left, Steve and two strange men came into the room.

"The baby's fine, she's got a few broken bones, but considering that you were the one who deliberately caused one, I'd say there’s really not much to worry about. Just monitor her injuries for infection and try to get her some more nutritious food, the tests came back with some slightly worrisome lack of proper vitamins." The man with glasses explained to Steve with a small smile on his face, acting as if this was all normal and Steve purposely breaking one of your legs was a sort of joke between them.

"I had some people move and set up some things for her at your house. Pepper also had a field day with the baby prep stuff, just like when she went on a spree when we had Morgan." The man who spoke had an arm that didn't look human, he was holding a weird piece of glass in his hands spoke without ever bothering to look up from the weird thing in his hands.

"Thank you both, tell the rest of the team I said thanks to them too, everyone has been so helpful." Steve smiled at the two men and walked up to the side of the bed, he caressed your head and bent down to kiss your forehead.

These people were insane, how could they act as is this was normal. "No need to thank us Steve, you deserve some happiness, we all do...we've all been through so much." A woman with red hair suddenly spoke up from the door, she walked over and hugged Steve. "It's good to see you back, some of us worried when you didn't com back sooner."

"Hey Nat, sorry, got held up dealing with some people when I went back." Steve chuckled and shook his head, they all continued to ignore your presence and spoke amongst themselves before they all eventually excused themselves and went off to do their own thing.

"Well doll, those were some very important people, I'm glad you behaved. Bruce and Dr. Cho both gave the OK so we'll be going home after the ultrasound later." You again tried to say something but nothing came out, only a weak and course croaking sound came out. Steve quickly stepped towards you and carefully helped you drink some lukewarm water that was resting on the table beside you. "Sorry doll, your throat must be so dry."

After drinking some water with Steve's help you took a few deep breaths and looked up at him, "Where are we?" Your words so soft that it could've been mistaken for the wind blowing through the window.

"We're in the compound's hospital suite, after the OBGYN finishes giving one last ultrasound we can head home." Steve smiled down at you with a glint of a crazed look at the back of his eyes. He sat on a chair beside your bed and held your hand in his, he kissed your knuckles, drawing your attention to where he kissed you saw a shiny ring on your ring finger. "After the baby is born and you've completely healed, we can hold a beautiful ceremony. For now just focus on getting better doll." You realized what he meant and scrunch up your face is disgust, how could he expect you to marry him after all that he's done to you.

"I want to go home Steve...please...I'm sorry...please just let me go home..." you didn't know what else to do besides plead for Steve to let you go home.

"I know doll, we'll go home after they check on the baby one last time." He smiled at you reassuringly, clearly not understanding what you meant by home. Before you could correct him and explain, a woman came in with a strange machine contraption, she introduced herself as being a doctor and explained that she was going do something weird so that you could somehow see your baby on the machine, you didn't understand what she was saying but Steve kept nodding and seemed to understand everything. The doctor moved exposed your belly, she placed a weird substance on it and used an odd object to push along and spread the substance around your belly. The machine showed weird shapes as she moved the object around, she smiled and stopped when a big weird shape that looked slightly human-like showed on the machine. She turned and touched some things on the machine before the room was filled with the sound of a loud steady beating.

"That is your baby on the screen and their heartbeat sounds very strong." Steve had tears in his eyes as he held your hand and looked at the shape on the machine, you didn't fully understand, but you did understand that you were looking at your baby and you were hearing their heartbeat. The doctor moved the object and pushed into your stomach slightly as if searching for something and faced to you when she did find whatever it was that she was looking for, "Congratulations, you're having a boy Mr and Mrs. Rogers." she continued explaining more and talked with Steve for a bit, but you drowned out their conversation, all you could focus on was the news she'd given you. When you came back to, the doctor had cleaned everything up and was saying her goodbyes as she left.

Steve carefully helped you put on a loose dress and carried you onto a wheelchair that a nurse had brought in after the doctor left, he wheeled you past strange rooms filled with even stranger things. After placing you in a weird yet comfortable car, Steve drove you through a city covered in large screens that displayed odd images with vibrant colors, people wore weird clothes as he drove past them. Steve did not seem phased at any of this, acting as if this was all normal to him, "I know, it can be overwhelming at first doll, but don't worry too much about getting used to it, we won't be surrounded by all this at the house." You wanted to say something, ask all the questions that tornado'ed around in your mind..but you were left speechless and overwhelmed. As Steve continued to drive, you slowly felt the hum of the car moving lull you to sleep.

"Come on doll, I know you must be so exhausted, but you gotta wake up and eat some food." Steve's soft voice woke you up, this time when you looked around, you saw that you were in a room full of sharp looking objects, there was no warmth around. "I know, everything looks very monochrome and modern, but that's just Tony's style, we can get stuff and decorate the house more to your liking after you get better." Steve carefully helped you sit up on the soft bed and hand fed you food he blew on to chill.

You closed your mouth and turned your head, refusing to eat the weird food that he was trying to feed you. "Steve...where are we...I want to go home, I don't know what’s going on and why you're doing this or what I've done, but please just take me home. I don't know what you want, but I'll try to give it to you...please...just let me go home...I wanna see my family..." you cried as you finally managed to voice your pleas to Steve. He let out a frustrated sigh and placed the food on the table beside the bed.

"Y/n, you are home. I'm doing this for us, I know I hurt you with how I left, but I'm doing my best to make it up to you alright? I travelled through time just to bring you to the future so that we could have the life we always dreamed of. As for your family...that is your own fault, if you'd just listened to me then I would've let you see them and say your goodbyes, but instead you decided to put yourself and our baby in danger. Please stop crying and looking at me as if I'm a monster, I'm doing this for us, for our little family." Steve placed his hand on your bump and caressed it lovingly, "When I first came out of the ice and realized that I'd lost nearly 70 years, I felt lost and broken. Then after I managed to learn and adapt, I looked for answers. When I learned that Peggy had lived happily without me, I felt defeated, I'd saved the country and countless lives, but it cost me my own life and happiness. While I grieved the lost of Peggy, I had a dream of you one night. After that dream I remembered how I'd broken your heart and wondered what'd happened to you, so I searched for answers...at first every lead I had led to a dead end, it was as if you'd disappeared off the face of the earth...that was until I found out that your brother William was still alive, I eventually managed to arrange a visit with him and told him we were old friends in school, that we'd bonded because of our loser statuses and he opened up like red sea did for Moses. He told me about how your parents sent you away to live on a farm all alone after your family had found out you were pregnant after getting raped. He told me about how your brother John always drove back and forth between home and the farm house, how overtime John became frustrated and irritated that he was always the one who had to drive back and forth, he told me about how you would never talk about your rape, how John became suspicious that you knew who it was and was trying to protect their identity. William wept as he told me about how John had refused to come see you after you'd refused to talk to him about who had assaulted you. He barely managed to make out the explanation of how John and him found you dead, covered in your own blood in a cold bathtub, all alone. How John blamed himself for refusing to drive to check up on you, William also detailed to me about how the guilt ate at John until he couldn't live with himself anymore and he took his own life as well.".

Steve reached out for your left hand and played with the shiny ring he'd placed on your finger without your permission, "When I asked where you and our baby was buried, William just stared off and said that he couldn't remember, that your family had buried you in what used to be the garden of flowers before you parents sold the old farm off to a company. When he couldn't grasp why I was so invested in what happened to you, I revealed to him the truth. That I'd been the one who raped you, I told him everything and I watched as your brother died of anger, frustration, and heartache. I could've called for a nurse or doctor, but I didn't I watched him die a slow, pained, and guilt-filled death. What I did to you wasn't right, but how your family casted you away and left you and our unborn child to die alone in a cold bathtub in the middle of nowhere was worst." You trembled and tried to pry your hand away from Steve's hold but he just clicked his tongue and continued to play with your fingers.

"I lived in regret, you'd spent your life loving me...truly loving me, and I'd thrown that away for someone who couldn't even wait a proper mourning period for me...but you, you died trying to bring a piece of me into this world..." Steve was beyond delusion, you hadn't gone through the pregnancy for him. Steve had built this narrative of his own, he believed that you'd died trying to birth a part of him so you could stay close to him, when in reality, it was simply because this was YOUR child who you loved, not because it was Steve's.

Before you could correct him, Steve went on, "When Tony found a way to go back to the past it hadn't even crossed my mind to use it to come back to you, in fact when I saw Peggy again I'd forgotten all about you, the old feelings of what I felt for her came rushing back...when I went back to return the stone to her timeline, I had planned to stay with her, but I saw that she had already moved on and I was beyond furious until I remembered you and our baby..." Steve released your hand and began to caress where your baby was starting to kick, "I came back and explained everything to the team, they all agreed that I deserved my happy ending too, so I traveled to the past one last time, this time it was to bring you two home, to save you two from your untimely deaths."

You didn't know if Steve somehow delusionally believed that his explanation was supposed to woo you, but you did know that it did just the opposite of that. "But your family was so selfish, they'd refused to tell me where you were, and when I'd confessed that I was the father of your child, they refused even more...so I did what I do best, I beat it out of them. It took your family two long months before William cracked after I threatened his precious Jenny. Despite how annoyed I was with them for keeping us apart for even longer, I was still willing to let you say goodbye and see them one last time before I brought you back to the future with me...but then you just had to pull that dumb stunt with the car..." Steve looked up at you and smiled smugly. "Y/n, this is home now. We'll be happy here, you can never leave me, you don't know anything about the future, and I plan to keep it that way. I'll never let you go now that I've finally got you back."

Steve climbed on top of you as he revealed your future to you. You tried to move away from him but stop when he purposely put pressure on your broken legs, "Don't provoke me y/n..." In a swift move, Steve tore off the blanket that separated you from him. Like a crazed animal he ripped off the loose dress you still wore, "God, I wanted to wait until you healed, but it's been so long since I've been in you doll." Steve squeezed your breasts with no remorse, your breasts leaked and squirted milk everywhere. Steve moaned loudly at the sight, he bent down and began to suck on your right nipple, drinking as if he'd been deserted for days without water. Just when you thought he was going to stop after he released your right nipple from his mouth, Steve began to suck and bite your left nipple as well, coaxing your breasts to continue feeding him its nectar.

Steve's hands roamed you body, rubbing their way all over until one of his hands wandered its way between your thighs and found the very sensitive nub you always tried to avoid touching after accidentally brushing over it once when you were showering. You thrashed you body around, trying to remove his hand from it, "Do you know what this is doll?" Steve gripped your hip and forced you still with his left hand as his right thumb rubbed circles around the nub between your thighs, "This is your clit...god you don't even know all the things I'm gonna do to you, if you thought what we used to do as teens was good, then you're gonna die of bliss from what I'll do to you tonight."

You felt your body grow warmer as an unknown feeling bundled at the pit of your stomach near your bladder. Steve continued to rub your 'clit' and ignored your pleas for him to stop, you began panting harder and harder, trying to catch your breath as the bundle of nerves near your bladder threatened to break loose. Steve bent his head and bit down on your right nipple, throwing you over the edge and breaking the bundle of nerves loose. Your back arched up, thrusting your breasts up towards Steve as your breasts both squirted and leaked milk everywhere and your thighs shook violently as the bundle of nerves near your bladder broke, you sobbed in humiliation as you felt and believed that you had just urinated on the bed. Steve moaned loudly and brought his right hand up to examine it, his hand was covered in a clear substance. You knew that the liquid like goo on his hand had come from your outburst, and to your utter shock, Steve licked and sucked his hand clean. "Fuck, doll, you taste to fucking good." You covered your eyes, refusing to look at Steve after what he just did to you. "Ah, ah, ah...what a bad girl...don't you dare look away from me." Steve grabbed your hands and roughly tied them behind your back with his belt, you hadn't even realized that he'd taken off his pants and shirt while his was drinking your breastmilk.

Steve lifted you like a rag doll and made you sit on his lap, your back on his front and making you face a big screen that was on the wall at the foot of the bed. "Jarvis, replay the footage of y/n cumming." After Steve spoke to no one, the screen suddenly lit up and displayed you sobbing and moaning lewdly as your back arched and spread breast milk everywhere. "See that doll? God you look so fucking gorgeous cumming like such a cock-hungry whore." As As horrified as you felt from watching yourself on the screen, you also couldn't concentrate because of Steve's hand that was once again rubbing your 'clit'. Steve slid two of his fingers inside you, making you throw your head back from the feeling of being stuffed with something after neglecting your needs for so long. "Jarvis, display live footage." the screen switched to you sitting on top of Steve who had his fingers pumping in and out of you and his thumb rubbed your clit. Steve used his free hand to force you to look at the screen. "Look at yourself doll, what a lovely whore you are...keep your eyes on the screen as I make you come again." Steve curled his two fingers inside of you and pressed up against a sensitive patch inside of you and made you watch the screen as you once again screamed out like a whore in heat and arched your back, breasts leaking and squirting milk all over your bulging stomach and broken legs that were both wrapped in casts. You held onto Steve's forearms in hopes of stopping him, but this seemed to just fuel him further. "That doll, was your g-spot." Steve laughed manically as he moved his hand from your jaw down to your throat, he began to squeeze harder, closing up your airway. As you became more light headed Steve licked you tear off your cheeks and removed his fingers from inside you to roughly pinch your clit, your body tried to jerk away but Steve ignored it and aligned his cock it at your pussy hole that was twitching from cumming twice. "Watch as I fuck you, watch as your greedy cunt stretches and swallows up my big cock. Just like it did the night I raped our baby into you."

You watched in horror as Steve tightened his hold on your throat, completely cutting off your airway as he thrust his cock all the way into you all in one go and pulled on your clit with the fingers that was pinching it. Your body spasmed and you saw nothing but stars as you cummed harder than the last two times, the feeling was so intense that the world went black for a bit before your regain consciousness and saw that Steve holding your hips to fuck you up and down his cock, treating you like the nickname he always called you...doll. "Fuck that as so hot, I can't wait to fuck another baby into you doll." Steve grunted and shoved you down onto him so hard that you felt in crush against and nearly past your cervix, even though you had just woke up, you found yourself cumming again. Steve moaned loudly as he came inside you, painting your insides with his cum.

Steve let go of your hips and your fell back against him, unable to move a single muscle or bone in your body. You saw yourself on the screen panting for air like a dog. Steve wrapped his arms around you and carefully caressed your bump, he kissed the top of your head lovingly, "I love you so much y/n, I can't believe we can finally live the rest of our lives together, just like we used to talk about..."

...

Goodbye all 🫡 now for me to go drown myself in some holy water and fall off the face of the Earth again...

Stranger Things + Textposts (pt ?)

opposites attract (eddie munson x fem!reader)

summary: as one of the most desired girls at hawkins high, being associated eddie “the freak” munson would destroy your reputation. however, you just couldn’t find it within yourself to care.

pairings: eddie munson x reader (reader is over 18)

wc: 1,234

warnings: fluff, slight bullying, bad writing 🥴

a/n: actually quite nervous about this one. this is my first time writing for eddie so pls be kind :’) also, this was written on my phone so pls excuse any typos or grammatical errors lol || requests are OPEN! || divider by @firefly-graphics​

you watched with sad eyes as eddie stormed out of the cafeteria doors. moments before, he had begun to go on one of his rants about his disdain for jason and the rest of the basketball meatheads when the golden boy himself took it upon himself to dump his tray of spaghetti directly onto eddie’s head.

you frown, shaking your head and turning your attention back to the blonde. “seriously, jason? was that really necessary?”

jason just laughed it off, not seeing what the big deal was. “come on y/n, you heard how he was talking about us. he deserved it.”

you roll your eyes, rising from your seat next to him and gathering your belongings. “you’re a dick, you know that right?” you mumble to him before walking off. “don’t be like that, y/n. where are you going?” you hear him shout after you. fed up with his asshole behavior, you ignore him, flipping him off before heading out the doors to search for eddie.

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Sunday Worship

Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Summary || Father James teaches you how to please him.

Word Count || 3160

Contents & Warnings || Slight Angst/Fluff, Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, slight dub-con/non-con, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, explicit content/language, age-gap (reader is early 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 30’s), sexual thoughts and acts, pet names (sweet thing/one, baby) oral (male receiving), Father kink, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, inappropriate/forceful touches, light choking, degrading, spit, cum swallowing, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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It was not the same.

He was not the same as last Sunday’s mass.

No special glances or touches from Father James.

Nothing.

It was like all those sinful and secret moments together didn't happen—like they were a part of some distant life that didn't exist anymore.

All throughout the morning, you wanted his attention. Wanted to have his blue eyes, with that touch of darkness, to gaze into your sweet and pure ones. Wanted to have that wicked smile of his show itself to you while he licked his lips. Wanted to have his sinful touches on your delicate skin when no one was watching. But there was none of that—no darkness, no wickedness, no sin.

It was like you were nothing. Just another face in the crowd. Nothing special.

It made you mad, angry, hurt, insecure…

Had you done something wrong?

Were you not as unique as he made you seem to be?

Had he gotten bored of you?

Was there someone else?

All these thoughts ran through your head, and you wanted nothing more than for mass to end and go home to cry in bed silently.

When mass was over, everyone in the community found their way outside to converse with neighbours and friends before all headed their separate ways home.

You and your parents were chatting with the family of one of your closest girlfriends when Father James walked over.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he approached. Although you were mad at him, your body still intensely yearned for him.

“Sir,” he was referring to your dad, “can I lend your daughter for today?”

Huh?

“Sure, Father. What do you need her for?”

“A lot of things….”

Oh…

“.… but right now, I could really use some help with getting our beloved church in order—cleaning and tidying things up. Would that be ok?”

“Of course, Father. She's all yours….”

You want to be all his for eternity.

“…. I’ll pick her up around four?”

“We will be all done by then.”

Throughout all of their exchange, they never asked for your permission. If this was something you wanted. But you would have said yes if they asked—in a heartbeat. You were too intrigued about what your time alone with Father James would bring again—if his true sinful nature would emerge, or would you be just as disappointed as you'd been all morning.

Alas, it was disappointment when you found yourself alone in the church with him. You'd hoped and prayed that he would pin you between the wall and his muscular frame—exploring your body with his mouth and fingers as you struggled to get free, but there was none of that. He really meant it when he said you would clean the church.

But in the end, it turned out to be quite fun.

Father James put on some fun summer pop songs on an old radio while you worked. Songs that were highly forbidden in your household.

You swept the floor, reordered books and tidied up every nook and cranny of the church.

Although you missed Father James’ devious nature, you loved his warm and cheerful presence as well—his aura shining bright with joy and love.

You talked here and there while cleaning—him getting to know you, and you get to know him. And he was so funny—making you crack up at the jokes he told.

When you weren't talking, the silence was comfortable, not awkward at all. Just letting the music and each other’s calm presence create a pleasant atmosphere.

————

You placed the candle holders that you'd just polished on the altar, humming the tune of the song playing on the radio while vaguely moving your hips. You didn't think much of it since they were both such small gestures, but there was someone that noticed—someone you'd been missing and craving all day.

“My, my…”

A voice of the devil, deep and sinister, whispered in your ear, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. His towering presence could be felt behind you.

It was him.

He was back.

A soft moan slipped from your mouth as his breath fanned the side of your face. His lips delicately grace your earlobe.

“... what a beautiful and talented little mouth you have, sweet thing...”

His colossal palm lay flat on your stomach—pulling you flush against his muscular torso, making you gasp out.

“... and what captivating moves you have.”

He started moving his hips, making you follow along with him. And you could feel him while you moved in sync.

“F-Father…”

You were speechless as he put you in his trance.

“Mmm…”

His other hand wrapped around your neck, applying light pressure before it followed the curve of your neck and chin—making your head arch. His touches made your most precious area beat with your heart.

“I wonder,” his thumb swiped your lips, “what other secret talents this mouth possesses,” he pushed the tip of the digit in your mouth, and you sucked it delicately with no second thought, making him moan.

“I want to find out.” He growled through gritted teeth.

In a flash, you were turned around in his grasp. His solid and large body pinned your smaller one against the altar while his face was inches from yours.

Was he going to kiss you? Was that what he meant by finding out?

You wanted him to grab your face and press his lips against yours. Wanted to feel his tongue move against yours as you tasted one another. You even craned your neck slightly to the side to show him you were ready.

But it didn't seem like that was happening.

“I want you on your knees….”

“Huh?”

“…. get on your knees, sweet little girl.”

Obeying his demands, slowly, while keeping his gaze, you descended to the floor until your knees lay on the cold hardwood, hands in your lap. You peer up at him through your lashes with your pure eyes, head slightly tilted to the side.

His hand caressed the side of your face while his thumb swiped your lips once more, making him lick his own.

“You're so pretty like this. So submissive to me and my every need. So submissive to please the Lord and me. Do you want to please the Lord, sweet thing…?”

You nod.

“.… do you want to please me?”

You nod again, more profound this time.

You want nothing more than to please Father James—for him to use you for his pleasure and make him feel as good as he made you feel last time.

“Please me, and you will please the Lord, sweet one.”

He pushed his whole thumb in your mouth, and you sucked it—hollowing your cheeks as you did, bobbing your head.

“Push your tits together, sweet thing.”

You pushed your upper arms into your chest, squeezing your breasts together, creating that stripe of cleavage he wanted.

He groaned at seeing you on your knees for him—so pretty and submissive for his every command.

His other hand palmed himself over the black pants—the dent in them becoming more visible the more he touched himself.

Those sinful actions of his made you incredible aroused. Your cotton panties became wetter by the second, and your bundle of nerves begged to be touched and stimulated.

“You're making me painfully hard, baby,” he removed his finger from your mouth, both hands on his belt buckle now, “I need to feel your lips wrapped around me.” He started to undo the belt, and the clang of it was like an erotic harmony.

Your lips parted as you looked up at his sinister face—the corner of his mouth turned up in a grin, and his eyes appeared almost black from your position below.

“Stick that pretty little tongue out for me,” he unbuttoned the button and pulled his zipper down, “show me how hungry you are for my cock.”

You stuck your whole tongue out for him while those innocent eyes peered up—begging. Begging for something you weren't even sure what was. You just knew you wanted it— all that he had to offer.

A loud gasp slips from you as he springs to life in front of your very eyes. He's big, much bigger than you remember when you saw it in the confessional—thick and luscious while his balls hung heavy. A thick protruding vein ran along the length.

Although you'd dreamed of it and fantasised about it, having him this close to you, now it was somewhat intimidating and scary—making you retract your head a couple of inches.

“In awe are we now? I know, sweet thing. It's a lot for a little girl like you to handle,” his hand stroked your cheek lovingly, his soft touch a significant contrast to his filthy words, “but I’ll show you how to please a man.”

“F-Father, I-I’m not sure what to do.”

He put his finger at the base of his length, “I want you to lick from here,” and then slowly dragged his finger upwards—till the tip, “to here.”

“O-ok.”

You slowly leaned forward, tongue poked out, and when your wet surface came in contact with him, it was like an instant drug—a strong desire and need to feel more of him. Slowly, you dragged your tongue on his length, coating him in your saliva, making him moan. When you reached the tip, you flicked your tongue on him as the finishing move.

“Oh, baby…”

“W-was that ok, Father.”

“Ok? Sweet girl, it was perfect. You sure you've never done this before?”

“N-never, Father. You're t-the first.”

“And I will be the last. Now,” his hand rested on the back of your head, encouraging you to do it again, “let me feel that pretty tongue again.”

You licked him again, and again, and again, until he was messy and dripping with your saliva.

“So good, baby, now,” he wrapped his fist around himself and jerked his length off, the saliva helping him glide effortlessly, “suck my balls.”

You sucked and licked them as he wanted, closing your eyes as you worked on them.

“Look up at me while you suck them.”

You opened your eyes and looked straight into his ones as you moaned with your mouth full of him.

“Yeah, baby, such a filthy fucking whore you are, huh? You love to suck on them, don't you?”

You nod.

“I’ll give you something more to suck on, sweet thing.”

With his other hand, he pulled you off him, making you let out a whine at the loss of contact—displaying your tongue to show you wanted more.

“Good girl. Already one step ahead. You’re leaning.”

He tapped his heavy cock on your awaiting tongue, making a wet sound each time he made contact. Each tap made you moan at the weight of him. He glided his length on the wet surface while he grunted heavily.

“Wrap your lips around the tip and suck it for me, baby.”

You closed them around him and suckled his tip while your tongue swirled around it, moaning at the taste of him in your mouth.

“Sweet thing, I need to test something. I need to see how far you can take me,” his hand on the back of your head slowly pushed you further on him, “let me know when it becomes too much.”

Slowly, inch by inch, he went into your mouth, making your eyes glossy with tears. You tried so hard to ignore the discomfort, wanting to take as much as possible. But when he was about halfway into your mouth, it became too much. His tip tickled the back of your throat, making you gag around him and your eyes shut tight. The vibrations on his length made him moan out loud, and you saw him shiver above you. His reaction excited you, and you wanted nothing more than to take all of it if that’s what it took to please him. But you couldn't, so you grabbed his leg hard, digging your nails into him, signalling that it was enough—you couldn't anymore, or else you were afraid he’d suffocate you.

“Oh, God, baby, that's so good….”

He pulled himself out, and when you were free of him, you gasped for air while a few tears ran down your cheek.

“An excellent start, baby.”

“I-I'm sorry, Father, that I couldn't take anymore.” Your lips turned down in a frown—sad and worried that you'd disappointed him and the Lord.

“It's ok, sweet girl. With a little practice, you'll be able to take me whole in no time.”

Once again, his hand cradled the side of your face lovingly—reassuring you that everything was alright and that he wasn't mad at you.

“I-I promise I'll be good. T-that I’ll be able to please you and the Lord soon, Father.”

“Oh, I know you will, my sweet little girl. I know you will.” He wrapped his hand around himself, jerking his whole length off. “But just because you can't take all of me in your pretty little mouth doesn't mean you can’t please me. Use your hand and mouth, baby. Use them to please my cock. Make me and the Lord happy.”

That you could do—please his cock with what you'd learned.

You replaced his colossal hand with your smaller one—jerking his enormous length in your grasp from base to tip. You loved the way he felt in your hand. The way he fit so perfectly. You would imprint this image into your brain, the sight in front of you, for later use while you were all alone in your bed at night.

You tapped his pink head on your tongue, moaning out at the sloppy sound it made. “Baby,” he leaned his head back, eyes shut tight, “you're learning so fast.”

While your hand focused on his base, your lips wrapped around his tip and sucked, bobbing your head and moaning around him—sending chills through his nerves.

Little by little, you took him more into your mouth but still kept in mind where your threshold went, not wanting to exceed that for your own comfort. Your other hand accompanied the one already working on him—using them both to jerk his cock.

You looked up at him the entire time—as you'd learned he enjoyed it when you did, gazing into his evil eyes while you with your angel ones. His hand rested at the back of your head, bobbing along with it, giving you slight shoves of encouragement when he saw fit.

His open mouth sang with moans, grunts and cries as you found the perfect rhythm on him. The ideal balance of your mouth and hands to edge him on towards the end.

You were such a drooly, dribbling mess for him while you slurped his cock—saliva running down your chin and coating your hands.

“You're so pretty like this, sweet girl.”

His eyes intensely focused on you—enjoying the erotic show you provided for him.

You were becoming so needy with wanting your own pleasure, so you shut your legs and slowly started to rock back and forth to create friction on your aching bundle of nerves.

“Oh, baby, I'm gonna come.”

He fisted his hand in your hair and pulled you off, which made you whine out at the loss of him. He performed quick sinful, sloppy strokes on himself right in front of your face—his release approaching with every stroke.

“Open your mouth and show me that pretty tongue.”

You did as he wanted.

“I'm gonna come in your mouth whether you want to or not, baby.”

Oh, you wanted it. You’d wanted his seed since you saw it in the confessional not so long ago.

“I want it. Give it to me, Father.”

You wiggled your tongue at him—showing that you needed it so badly.

Heavy grunts echoed through the vast and holy room as he came hard all over your tongue—coating it in thick white ropes of his holy seed. He didn't stop stroking himself until he’d decorated the surface with everything he had—ridding himself of the pleasure.

“Shallow.”

You closed your mouth and swallowed. The thick substance trickled down your throat. It wasn't as bad as you'd thought it be. You showed him your empty mouth, which made him let out a satisfied groan of approval.

His thumb traced your lips to collect more of his seed and your spit that was left behind, pushing the digit in your mouth for you to clean up the mess, making you moan.

“You're such a good girl; you know that?”

You nod your head, batting your eyes at him; he grinned down at you while caressing your jaw with his fingers.

A few seconds later, a car horn could be heard from outside—your dad was here to pick you up.

Panic overrides your senses. You frantically look at the door—worried that he’ll walk in and see the absolute immoral scene that was unfolding at the altar.

“Hey, hey,” Father James tucks himself back into his pants, doing up his pants like they once were, “it’s ok. The door is locked; he can’t get in.”

He offered you his hand, “here,” to help you up. With shaking legs, you pulled yourself up, and once you were standing on your unsteady feet, you collapsed into his chest, and he caught you with his arms.

“Woah! Hey.”

His hands cradled your face, making you look up at him. His once sinister and evil eyes had turned soft and loving—along with his face that displayed a worrisome expression for your wellbeing.

“Are you ok?”

You couldn't do anything else but nod. Your mouth trembled, and you were left completely speechless.

The way he looked at you. The way he was gazing into your eyes and then flicked them to your lips and then back up again made it look like he was going to kiss you. He even tilted his head to the side and slowly leaned in. You braced yourself for it, closing your eyes, but before his lips met yours, there was another honk from outside that interrupted your sweet moment. You averted your gaze to the door again in a panic.

You had to leave. You couldn't stay any longer, or you feared that your dad would get suspicious that something wasn't quite right.

“I-I’m sorry, F-Father,” you backed away from him, “I-I have t-to go.”

You quickly walked to the door, unlocked it, and then checked if everything was in order—that there was no evidence of any mischief on you.

With your hand on the handle, you stood for a few seconds contemplating. Contemplating if you should turn around and take a look at him one last time. But you knew if you did, that you’d most likely sprint into his arms and ask him to take you away—away from this hellhole. So you didn’t… you didn’t look back.

You took a deep breath in and out to compose yourself before you walked out the door…

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in so deep

premise: you’d have a dozen kids if it meant steve kept fucking you like this.

pairing: steve harrington x (f)reader

word count: 495

warnings: eighteen+ content, porn without plot, unprotected piv, breeding kink, dirty talk, slight possessiveness, f receiving oral mentioned, talks of steve and his six lil nuggets.

etc: literally just wanted to write something absolutely filthy and feral for steve, that’s all, that’s it.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

Your legs rest in the crook of his arms as Steve fucks you slow and deep, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside of you that usually hurts, that has the pain outweighing the pleasure and makes your body retreat. But right now, with the way his hips are rolling just right, so fucking slow and gentle, it feels so good.

Your nails dig into the sides of his arms, his mouth on yours. His words are filthy and make your cheeks burn from more than just the heat from your bodies pressed together—from the pleasure.

“Hmm?” Steve hums against your lips, trails a kiss down to your chin to nip at it. “What would you do, baby. If tonight was the night I finally filled you so full that it took?” His breath is heavy, grunts deep, eyes keep closing from the pleasure, strands of his hair falling into your face. “You’d never be able to leave me then, would always have a part of me with you, be mine forever.”

The noises coming from your throat make it burn, your moans weak and whimpering. His words making your stomach flutter with something sickly pleasurable and possessive.

You knew all about Steve’s dream of six lil’ nuggets. Of sharing a life with you, with wanting it so bad. The act of it finally happening more pleasurable than the thought. That maybe this time would be it, that that silly little dream would become a reality, that the perfect mix of you and him would be running around in nine months time.

There’s been several nights, spontaneous occasions when Steve’s bent you over a table, a counter, the hood of his car, telling you how pretty you’d look full of him in your dresses—those pair of panties that would look so much better stained with his come as you walked around with him leaking out of you.

Has even spent time between your legs after he’s come inside your cunt to suck at your clit and fuck you with his fingers to push his seed back into you. The filthy squelching from his mouth, your wetness, and him dripping out of you sinfully obscene.

“Don’t move, fuuuck, stay right there,” he would moan when you’re ontop of him, after he’s come inside of you. Hands on either side of your neck to pull your forehead to his, your knees in a tight lock around his waist. “Keep me inside of you, soak it up, baby.”

You’d have a dozen kids if it meant Steve kept fucking you like this—like that. Feeling his breaths against your skin, his groans above you. The gleam of passion and want and need in his eyes as he looked down at you.

“Beg me for it, baby, please.” Steve’s voice sounds weak, thrusts picking up. “Tell me how bad you want me to come inside of you, how bad you want to be mine forever,” he groans desperately.

Undone

Pairing:- Demon/Mafia Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (use of the Pet name -Angel)

Word Count:- 4939

Warnings:- 18+ Dark Fic - for criminal themes mentioned and implied. Mafia AU. Mafia Bucky and Demon Bucky - they both carry a warning equally. Demon Powers. Supernatural world hinted at. Oral sex - both male and female giving and receiving. Vaginal sex. Public sex. Forced voyeurism as punishment. Edging. Orgasm denial. Bondage. Shadows manifesting. Drinking. Drugs. Mention of insecurities. Criminal activities. Mentions of violence. Hinted at  marriage problems (but there is no cheating - only assumptions) revenge. Desire. Biting. Pain mixed with pleasure. Swearing. Possessive Bucky. Dirty talking. I think this covers everything found within but still proceed with caution in case one or two things have slipped through. 

A/N:- This idea was born from this ask here and grew into a 4939 one-shot. Though in truth I’m not ready to give up Demon/Mafia Bucky and it will probably have many more one-shots included thanks to @thefallenbibliophilequote ask. I have had so much fun writing this story, and can’t wait to return to both Demon/Mafia Bucky and his Angel. 

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Summary:- A man seeking revenge on Bucky lays his hands on you. Bucky is ruthless in his punishment, and possessive in the way he shows that you are his, and nobody can take you from him. 

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Pairing // Mafia!Bucky x fem!reader

Summary // Your deadbeat boyfriend ditches you at a party, and Bucky insists you deserve better. If he has to prove it to you, he will.

Word Count // 3,754

Warnings // SMUT. Almost plotless, filthy smut. Cheating, oral sex (m!receiving), hint of jealousy, possessive sex, unprotected (consensual) sex, rough sex, overstimulation, spanking, little bit of cum play, daddy kink, size kink, name calling, the insinuation that Bucky is in the mafia, swearing... you get the idea I think. Don't read it if you're uncomfortable with these things.

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The incessant chatter of the party filled your head like a symphony of extroverts, prompting you to retreat to the restroom within the first half hour.

You wanted to wash your face, but you were wearing makeup, so you settled for washing your hands thoroughly and fixing your hair.

Your boyfriend had disappeared into the tides of people as soon as you arrived —undoubtedly to get blackout drunk and make out with a random girl— so you were left awkwardly standing around, sipping your drink out of politeness but wishing desperately to find one, just one sober person to converse with.

You sighed, swinging open the bathroom door and immediately crashing into someone’s chest, sending you stumbling backwards.

Stammering out an apology, you took the hand of your victim as they helped you up, and came face to face with a very handsome, seemingly sober man. Great, some company.

"Sorry, I didn't see you." You apologized awkwardly, noticing his rough hand linger just little too long over yours.

He nodded. "No worries."

There was a moment of awkward silence. He looked away, eyes scanning the crowd of people as if looking for something. You took the time to study him, eyes darting from his sharp, rugged jawline to his steel blue eyes. He was wearing black dress pants you noticed, --just a little too formal for a place like this-- as well as a dress shirt and tie. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing muscular arms. Well- one arm. You stared curiously at his left arm, apparently a prosthetic. It reflected the dim, multicolored lights of the party, and flexed just like a real human arm as he turned and extended a hand.

"I'm forgetting my manners," He said as you shook his hand. "I'm Bucky Barnes."

You nodded, observing his eyes hover just above the bow of your lips. "Y/n. Nice to meet you. Who do you know here?" You inquired with a tilt of your head.

The corners of his lips twitched up in a strange smile. "Ah, I'm more looking for someone, really. And you?"

Your brow furrowed slightly at his strange answer, but decided not to press any further. "Oh, um..." You turned to look through the crowd, trying to pick out your boyfriend. "I'm here with-"

Your heart dropped into your stomach as your gaze locked onto the scene of your boyfriend, jeans unzipped, in the back of the room with a girl you didn't know pressed up against the wall under him. His arms were wrapped firmly around her waist as he kissed her roughly, one hand dipping under the waistband of her skirt.

"My... boyfriend..." You whispered, your finger still lingering in the air from where you'd pointed him out.

Bucky's expression was unreadable, his eyes dark as he stared down at you. You said nothing, internally crumbling from embarrassment.

"Does he always do this?" Bucky asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

"What?"

"Run off like that- touch other girls?" He said, his tone taking on a menacing inflection.

"Um..." You looked at your feet, hands fidgeting with the hem on the stupid tight dress your boyfriend had insisted you wear, as if he was going to be looking at you for more than ten seconds. "Yeah." You sighed finally.

Bucky took a step closer, making you tense up. He brought a hand to your cheek, turning your chin up to look at him gently. His eyes were burning with a strange, dangerous fire, his stubbled jaw clenching. "You deserve so much better than him sweetheart." He said darkly, staring openly at your mouth.

You felt blood rush to your cheeks, becoming acutely aware of just how much he towered over you. "It's really ok, we aren't that serious anyway." You said, waving your hands in dismissal and questioning why you were defending your ass of a boyfriend.

Bucky tilted his head, his eyes still gleaming dangerously. "No man should treat his girlfriend like that. What's a pretty thing like you doing with a dick like him?"

You two were very, very close now. Close enough for you to smell the mint of his breath and feel it hitting your face. "I don't- I don't know..." You trailed off, feeling things you knew you shouldn't be feeling. You were hypnotized, lost to the maze in the gray of his eyes, and as much as you wanted to fight it- you were enjoying it.

Bucky paused, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he stared a hole in you.

"You deserve better, doll. You deserve to know how it feels for a man to give everything for you. To you."

You looked down in shame, but he tilted your chin back up with a metal finger.

"Can I ask you something?" He said, his face dangerously close to your own.

You didn't know why, but you didn't feel threatened. You knew that might be a mistake- that in most cases it was, but something about the way he looked at you made your head buzz, and you wanted more.

"Yes?" You said, almost in a whisper.

"Do you want to know how it feels?" He asked, his breath heavy and eyes dark. "For a man to worship you?"

Your eyes widened, your heart beating like a drum in your throat. You felt so light headed that you wondered if you'd had too much to drink- then you remembered you'd only had a few sips. Whatever this feeling was, you felt it sober.

"What do you mean?" You breathed, eyes fixed on the way his Adams apple moved when he swallowed.

"I can give you everything he never will. If you'll have me."

The room was spinning. The only thing standing still was you, and him. You breathing was fast and fluttering, your stomach filled with butterflies like a schoolgirl seeing her crush. You cursed yourself; everything you felt was wrong. Your boyfriend was fine, this was cheating. He treated you fine, he just... had needs. You couldn't expect him to be satisfied with just you, with eating your pussy.

Then you stole a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye, his hands wandering another girls body, gripping her ass, pushing himself onto her drunkenly. You decided then and there that you'd had enough.

You looked up at Bucky, who was patiently awaiting an answer. "Yes. Ok." You breathed, bottom lip trembling slightly.

His red lips formed a gentle smile as he extended his hand to you. You took it, glancing over your shoulder at your soon-to-be ex boyfriend before Bucky whisked you away.

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The drive to Bucky's apartment was quiet, but not unpleasant. Quiet 30's jazz played on the radio as he pulled into the narrow gravel driveway. You marveled at how he could afford a place like this in New York; everyone you knew rented.

"No offense, but how on earth did you manage to buy this place?" You asked as the car stopped.

Bucky chuckled. "Um, we have a family business."

You nodded, though that didn't fully explain it. Bucky got out of the car, walking around to your side to help you out. You made the mental observation that your boyfriend never opened the door for you. You followed him inside, holding his hand as if he wasn't a man you'd just met. You wondered to yourself if this was normal for hookups- or whatever you'd call this.

Just minutes later he was tossing you onto his bed like you weighed nothing, your heart hammering in its cage as you watched him loosen his tie with a prosthetic finger, stalking towards you in a way that made your mouth dry. He climbed into bed, crawling towards you as you swallowed a lump in your throat.

You leaned in to kiss him, not knowing what else to do. His soft lips met yours, a hand cupping you cheek as he gently kissed you back. It was evident he was trying not to overwhelm you.

"Mm." He hummed, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. "Your lips taste wonderful bella, but I have a goal to taste all of you tonight."

Your thighs clenched at his velvet words, and he definitely noticed, shifting down as his hands squeezed the soft flesh of your legs. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh and you bit back a moan. He slowly pulled your dress up and over your head, his kisses getting closer and closer to your growing arousal.

"Does your boyfriend" he almost spat the word out like something foul-tasting, "taste her?" He asked, nodding at your already dripping, clothed cunt.

You shook your head, heat radiating from your whole body. "No." You murmured in response. You were already absently undoing the buttons to his shirt, revealing his deliciously muscular torso.

Bucky looked disgusted at your response. "Oh, I'm going to ruin you with my tongue, baby." He rumbled, positioning you under him as he pulled your knees apart with firm hands, shifting down so that his head was between your thighs. "I'm going to give you what I know you deserve."

You were quivering, but you couldn't control it. You had never been treated like this- talked to like this. By anyone. It had you dripping and oozing before you'd even been touched.

Bucky hooked a finger into the waistband of your panties, pausing to look up at you for permission before he went any further. You nodded vigorously, one hand wandering down to his tousled dark hair.

He tugged your underwear down, taking in your already shining pussy and licking his lips. "Jesus babydoll, all this already?" He purred, leaning down to lick the inside of your thigh, cleaning up some of your slick with his tongue.

You moaned loudly, your grip tightening on his hair. You were embarrassed- you knew you shouldn't be this horny already. You couldn't help it though, it felt so good, so natural.

His tongue lazily trailed up to your folds, his hot sticky breath making you gasp. Your thighs were held firmly apart in his massive hands as he began to suck on your aching clit, moaning at just the taste of you. You moaned again and again, hips rolling forward against his head with every lick and swirl of his tongue.

He stopped briefly, licking your arousal off of his lips as he looked up at you, eyes dark with longing. "Who's all this for, sweetness? This for that boyfriend of yours?" He asked, slapping the side of your thigh.

You whimpered at his touch, still humping the air where his warm tongue used to be. "N-no, it's all for you."

Bucky grinned, licking his lips as you swore you watched the devil creep into him, his smile wolfish as he bent back down to eat you out.

"That's what I fucking thought. Moaning and dripping for me already- honey we're just getting started." He growled as his tongue slipped into your seeping pussy, lapping at curling as you let out a gasp of pleasure.

He rubbed your clit with one hand as he fucked you with his silver tongue. You could feel your abdomen twisting and churning as you moaned and panted, palming his hair as you got closer and closer to your climax. You thought you had died and gone to heaven; you had never felt this ethereal, sticky bliss in your life.

"You taste just as sweet as I thought you would, baby." Bucky moaned into your folds as he sucked and lapped. "Got me drunk off of your pussy."

Your moans grew lighter as you suddenly felt yourself releasing, your core cramping and spasming as your cunt contracted and you gushed all over his tongue. Bolts of electricity shot through your body, making you dizzy as your vision grew cloudy and you heard yourself moaning Bucky's name over and over.

"Shh, that's my sweet girl, came so fucking good for me doll." You heard Bucky soothing as you came down from your high, his hands fondling your exposed breasts as he kissed you.

"I- I..." You panted, swallowing hard as you tried to catch your breath.

"What is it bella?" He murmured, trailing kisses down your neck.

"I want you, please..." You whimpered, your thighs still clenching.

He locked eyes with you, his own glinting with a devilish light. "What do you want me to do, sweet thing?"

Your desperation was making his cock twitch in his pants, but this wasn't about him. This was about showing you what it was like to be pleasured out of your mind, to have someone worship your body. Still, he knew what he was craving, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold off.

You reached down and palmed at his clothed dick, feeling his cock harden even more from your touch. He groaned, his grip on you growing tighter.

"I want you, please Bucky, I want your cock." You pleaded, feeling him and growing wetter all over again.

Your words made his cock twitch, and he suddenly grabbed your hands, pinning them over your head so that you were helplessly trapped underneath him. He leaned in, his lips less than an inch from yours.

"Fucking beg for it." He snarled, his voice oozing with lust.

You felt your clit quivering again as you leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away as he waited for your response. It was clear you'd have to work this time.

"Please Bucky, I'm so fucking wet for you, I need you to fill me up. Haven't had anyone fill me before baby, I just want you, please..." You begged, hands wandering his bare chest and down to the buttons of his pants, picking at them desperately.

"Jesus doll, you really are a cock-hungry little whore aren't you?" He rumbled, his cock throbbing and leaking in his pants now. He wanted to let you take it out, suck on it, claim it as yours... but he was too far into the game now, and the power he craved had rushed straight to his head.

"I am, I am baby. Please Bucky..." You whined as he pushed your hands away from his fly.

"Oh you'll get it baby, you're going to take all of me up your tight little cunt in just a minute. But you've been bad, and I need to punish you first." He growled, his hands grabbing you roughly by the waist and flipping you over, your bare ass exposed to him.

You yelped and whimpered suddenly as you felt his massive hand smack the flesh of your ass, the sting turning you on in a way you didn't know was possible.

"Oh, fuck baby!" You yelped again as his hand met your ass. He hit you again, and again, all the while pressing his clothed, throbbing cock into your ass and groaning with longing.

"You've been a bad little slut," He grunted as he spanked you again, tears forming in your eyes. "Letting little boys with tiny dicks fuck that sweet pussy of yours, letting them use you."

You yelled in pain and fisted the sheets as his hand smacked your ass harder than before, realizing that the cold feeling was from his metal arm. He was really trying to punish you.

"You're mine now, understand?! Every single fucking part of you!" He snarled.

You nodded, crying. "I-I am." You whined.

The devil was in him now; his head buzzing and reeling with animalistic urges. He wanted to fucking own you, to marry you and please you and spoil you the way the knew was best for you. This was no one night stand: it had morphed into something else, something deep and primal and personal.

"Then fucking say it, you little slut. Tell me who owns you." He growled into your ear, groaning as his member pressed against your ass.

"You do Bucky! I'm yours!" You moaned, arching your back as you felt him press himself into you.

"Good girl. Now you're gonna take me just like I tell you to, right?" He asked, his tone oozing sweetness again but with the same air of possessiveness. You heard the clink of his belt and the sound of his pants unzipping, and your thighs clenched with anticipation.

"Y-yes, yes daddy." You whined, the name slipping off of your tongue before you realized what you were saying.

There was a pause, and you felt your cheeks heat up as you wondered if you had gone too far. Then you felt a hand on your ass and hot breath on your neck as Bucky leaned down to growl in your ear.

"Do you call him that?"

"N-no, I'm sorry I-" You stammered before he cut you off.

"Good, I'm your daddy from now on. Say it again babydoll, before you take my cock like the sweet thing you are." He rumbled, taking his rigid, veiny cock out and pumping it as precum drooled from the pulsing tip.

You trembled underneath him, your ass perked up and ready for him. "I'm yours, I'm yours daddy, fuck me Bucky please!"

You screamed as Bucky thrust himself into you at once, his massive length sliding into your pussy from behind, his balls falling heavy against your ass. He groaned loudly, eyes rolling back in his head as he went balls deep in you.

"Fuck! Jesus fucking Christ!" He grunted, his hips snapping against your ass as he thrust into you, humping your ass wildly. "God baby, you're so fucking deep and wet... ohhh..." He moaned, head falling forward as he panted.

He couldn't keep upright for long as you rutted back into him, moaning profusely as you felt his tip hit the perfect spot inside you. He bent over, arms sliding down to hold your hands in his as he pressed himself completely into you from behind.

"Buckyy... Ohh, h-how are you so big? Fuck." You moaned, fucked completely crosseyed. You relished the sloppy wet sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of you, and the sound of his balls smacking your ass. He was touching places you'd never felt touched, the curve of his huge cock rubbing and stimulating all the right spots inside you.

"That's fucking right babygirl, I want you to break on this cock. Oh, you're so fucking desperate, it makes me so fucking hard, God..."

Bucky was moaning as loud as you now, completely drunk with power and overstimulated already. He was a flirt sure, but he never brought girls home. Never once had someone taken his cock this well, brought him this close this fast. When this was over, he was going to spoil the fuck out of you, worship your every breath. You were his entire world in that moment.

"B-Bucky, I'm..." You moaned loudly, his tip leaking precum all over your sensitive spot. "I'm so sensitive, I don't know if I can cum again, please..."

Bucky grunted like an animal, his arms wrapped completely around you now as he rutted and humped you desperately. "Ohh... I don't think so sweetheart, I think you've got one more in you. Cum one more time for daddy, baby, please. You're being so so good for me. My obedient little cockslut."

Your vision was going dim, your head reeling with overstimulation as you squirmed under him. You had never felt this full in your life. You wanted to stay like this forever, with his fat cock buried deep inside you.

"Oh baby, I'm s-such a slut... I can't... Ah! Ahh!" You panted suddenly as he reached under you to rub your clit, adding a whole new layer of overstimulation that sent you spiraling over the edge. Your pussy clenched harder than you'd ever felt it, cumming all over his cock as you went rigid under him, toes curling as your orgasm ripped through you.

"Jesus fuck. Oh you're such a good little slut for me babygirl, love the way you cum on my fat cock. I'm gonna cum soon too from pounding your ass like this. Ohh..." Bucky groaned, his balls thrusting into you shallowly for some relief, already heavy with cum. He had never been overstimulated like this before- if he didn't cum soon, he was going to start fucking every single part of you he could until he got relief from the aching knot in his cock.

Suddenly you slammed backward into his dick, bottoming him out as he yelled with pleasure, backing arching as he felt himself start to release.

"Here if fucking comes, you little whore. This what you wanted? Daddy's cum in your tight little cunt? Oh fuck baby, fuck, fuck!" He groaned loudly, his breathing shallow and ragged as his thrusts stuttered. He exploded inside you, painting your walls with ropes of hot cum as he moaned and moaned.

His weight collapsed on top of you as he rode out his orgasm, drunkenly twisting your hair in his thick fingers as he pressed sloppy kisses to your back and neck.

"That was so good bella, so so good. Never felt that good. Are you ok?" He breathed, pulling out of you and collapsing at your side.

You nodded, a warm fuzzy feeling spreading through you. "It was amazing. Thank you, Bucky." You smiled as his swollen lips kissed your forehead.

"Of course." He cupped your cheek, brushing a his thumb over your skin as he looked into your eyes. "You deserve the world, doll. And you should tell your boyfriend that."

You frowned, laughing a little in disbelief. "Bucky, after tonight, the only thing I'm telling him is goodbye. I want you."

He smiled in surprise, brushing a hand through your hair. "Are you sure?"

You nodded, kissing him softly. "I'm absolutely sure."

He just kissed you and smiled, pulling you closer so that you could lay on his chest. He tugged the blankets over the two of you, and you melted at the warmth and care he was showing you. Any uncertainty you felt at the beginning of the night had dissolved; now all that left was warmth and tenderness and love for the man you'd fallen for in one night.

It was quiet for a while, then Bucky spoke: "Are you spending the night, or should I take you home?" He asked softly, playing with your hair.

You looked up at him, grinning playfully. "Where would you rather have round two?"

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Sweet Pea

Ari Levinson hates people— except for you. But if he hates people why is he letting that girl at the bar talk to him? And why are you jealous? And why do you want him to **** your ***** until you’re *******?

Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: 18+, degradation, size kink, dumbification, possessiveness, spit, spanking, pussy slapping, exhibition, jealousy, creampie, praise

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“He’s so fucking big,” the woman gasps. The group around her nods in agreement, their eyes dancing over to Ari who was hurdling darts at a target, drink in one hand as he aims with the other.

You raise an eyebrow, already knowing how this was about to go down.

“You should go talk to him,” the woman’s friend encourages. “He’s been alone all night, I’m sure he’s dying for someone to come up to him.”

The woman grins as she sifts through her purse, pulling out a mirror to re-apply her deep red lipstick before fixing her dress and heading straight towards Ari.

Snorting, you await for the crash and burn she would soon ensue. She’d be lucky to even get out a “no thanks,” from him. Usually he’d just shake his head before taking a longgg sip of whiskey until they got the hint and left.

But to your surprise, she never came back. Instead you heard the distinct sound of heavy laughter. Quickly you look up, face dropping at the sight of Ari and the woman giggling. Her hand slid across his shoulder as he pulls out a seat for her to sit.

“You’ve gotta be fucking with me,” you grit.

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Day 29 - barista Yuta at your service! ♥ - Edit : Day 30 - Toge joins the crew! ♥ Twi / IG : @ freyzrc

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Seeing Stars | B. Barnes

Are you sure you’ve never done that before?

Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You give Bucky head for the first time.

> Word Count: 1.5K 

> Warnings: 18+ MDNI!! This is literally all smut, and I am not sorry about it either. Oral (m receiving), praise (f receiving), spitters are quitters, use of pet names (sweet-pea, angel, baby), mild language. Not marked as F!Reader because no sex-specific terms for reader are used. Pretty sure that’s all. 

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A/N: Another smutty installment of my Roommate!Bucky series! I think I am slowly but surely coming out of my writing block because I wrote this in under an hour (unheard of from me), but unfortunately I’m getting closer to finals for college :/ Which means I’m going to be fairly busy, so my posting might be a little chaotic for awhile. Anyway, don’t mind my rambling. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy the smut, sluts!

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Patience was something that you had always prided yourself on having plenty of. 

There were numerous times when you waited hours in inclement weather for missions or ended up standing in long lines during errands without a huff of annoyance ever coming from you. 

With that being said, seeing Bucky standing tall by the front door, dressed in all black with a nice navy jacket covering his broad shoulders and bulging arms made every ounce of patience drain from you in seconds. The two of you were supposed to be going on a date tonight, the second one Bucky insisted taking you on since asking you to go steady with him three weeks back. 

But there you were, practically drooling on the living room floor with your eyes raking over him unabashed. 

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