lokirogersgirl

[lokirogersgirl]

Nosferatu (2024)

[lokirogersgirl]

Black Widow (2021) dir. Cate Shortland

[lokirogersgirl]

Alright, Molly, let’s try this again ❤️

What if I say Lloyd Hansen and 1-800-Cupid? 😌 Does that strike your fancy?

be my cupid

pairing: boyfriend!lloyd hansen x female reader

summary: when your boyfriend is away on a work trip for valentine's day, you have a plan to make it special. but then he surprises you with an even more exciting present that you weren't expecting.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, light bdsm, light dom/sub, sir kink, praise kink, finger sucking, aftercare, pet names, established relationship, some insecurity from reader and reassurance from lloyd

word count: 3.1k

a/n: i'm so happy you sent in the "1-800-Cupid" prompt!! i was hoping someone would because it seemed so fun. i really like the idea i came up with for this one—and i think it works perfectly with lloyd! thank you for playing my sweethearts game, i hope you enjoy ♡♡

“Thank you for calling 1-800-Cupid,” you trilled into the phone, unable to bite back the smile that had spread across your face when you saw the name Lloyd Hansen appear on the screen. “I’m your personal cupid, here to connect you with your true love.”

“My ‘true love’?” The familiar voice on the other end of the line scoffed with an ungentlemanly snort. 

You could practically hear the whiskers of his mustache twitch as his mouth twisted into a playful sneer. Indignantly, you sat up in your bed. 

“Don’t you dare scoff at me, Lloyd Hansen,” you scolded, even going so far as to give your phone a little glare when you knew there was no way for the man on the other end to actually see your expression. After all, you were sitting in your bed, alone in your apartment, while he was half a world away on some business trip. 

“I’m sorry, cupcake, I’m sorry,” Lloyd said soothingly, managing to sound genuinely contrite and teasingly playful all at the same time. 

You rolled your eyes with affection—it was a feat only Lloyd could manage. But it did the trick and you settled back into the pillows on your bed, playing with the edge of your sweater while you huffed a sigh. 

It took you a moment to get back into character, glancing at the short script you’d prepared as part of the surprise you’d planned.

“Now, why are you calling today, sir?” you asked in your best professionally cheerful customer service voice.

“Well, I found a mysterious card in my jacket, with your number on it,” Lloyd said, mirth filling his tone even as he tried to play along. “You don’t think my girlfriend could’ve had something to do with it, do you? D’you think she’s trying to get rid of me?” 

It took all your effort to stifle a hopeless giggle. You could always count on Lloyd to make you laugh, even when you were sad about the fact that he wasn’t there with you.

It was your first Valentine’s Day together, but he’d had to go away on a work trip, and you’d come up with a little plan to make the holiday special when you weren’t able to be together. But he kept distracting you. 

You took a moment to collect yourself, Lloyd waiting patiently on the other end of the line, seemingly just happy to be on the phone with you, which made you all the more eager to get on with your plan. 

“I don’t know anything about that…” you said primly, trying to keep your mouth from curving into a smile and utterly failing. So you moved on, blurting out the next part of your script. “Would you like me to send a photo of the true love you’ve been matched with, sir?”

“You keep calling me sir, sunshine, and you’re going to be getting a photo of my hard dick,” Lloyd muttered, sounding like he was palming the bulge in his pants already. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, warmth cascading down through your body and settling heavily between your thighs, wetness beginning to gather in your panties. It was on the tip of your tongue to beg him to send the photo, so you’d have something to touch yourself to when he inevitably needed to go and attend to the work that had taken him out of the country.

But you shook yourself and persevered with your plan. “Lloyd,” you admonished, your voice a little breathy despite your best efforts. “Do you want the photo or not?” 

“Sure, princess, send me the photo,” he said. Affection was clear in his tone, which made you soften just a bit. 

Pulling the phone away from your ear, you tapped on the screen until you pulled up the photos you’d had taken in a boudoir photoshoot. They were Valentine’s Day themed, with your body swathed in red and white lingerie, surrounded by rose petals and soft silk sheets. In your hands, you held a pink, plastic bow and arrow, making you look like a particularly sexy cupid.

Biting back a grin and a sound of excitement, you sent your favorite of the photos to Lloyd, then quickly replaced your phone against your ear, holding your breath while you waited with eager anticipation for his reaction.

You were rewarded a few seconds later with a choked groan and a muttered curse from your boyfriend. If you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought he was in pain, but then his lust-soaked voice filled your ears.

“Fuck, angel, look at you,” he cooed down the line, sending little shivers of delight racing beneath your skin. “You look so fucking gorgeous—so perfect and pretty and…” He trailed off, his words dissolving into another restrained groan, like he was biting his hand to muffle the sound. “Is this all for me? Is this my Valentine’s Day present, sweets?” 

“Yeah,” you said softly, almost shyly, unable to wipe the grin off your face. The rest of your words left you in a rush of excitement. “Do you like it? I wanted to give you something you’d like even though you’re on your work trip.”

“I love it, buttercup,” Lloyd purred. 

His deep voice made you shiver with a desire that you knew was going to go unslaked until your boyfriend got home. No matter how much phone sex the two of you had, it was never quite as satisfying as having Lloyd with you in person, bending you over and taking you hard and deep…

Lloyd kept talking then, distracting you from your dirty thoughts with a surprise of his own.

“I got you something, too, pumpkin. Open your door.”

Excitement shot through your body and you bounced eagerly off your bed. You didn’t think much of his words, it wasn’t uncommon for Lloyd to send you little presents while he was on his work trips—coffee and pastries delivered to your door in the mornings to help you start your day, some jewelry or a book in the evenings because he was thinking of you. 

“Oohh, did you get me flowers, Lloyd Hansen?” you chattered happily, padding through your apartment to the front door. “Some chocolates? One of those giant stuffed teddy bears?” You paused, glancing around your cramped and cozy space, wondering where you would even put a giant teddy bear. 

Your boyfriend just chuckled softly on the other end of the line, not giving anything away. Your excitement to know what he’d gotten you rushed back in, and you turned to the door again, eager to see what he’d sent you.

Flinging open the front door of your apartment, you were stunned to find not flowers or chocolates or a teddy bear, but Lloyd Hansem himself. He wore a familiar smirk on his handsome face, his blue eyes glittering with mischief in the fluorescent lights of the hallway, his phone still held up to his ear. 

“LLOYD!” you screamed, your phone slipping from your fingers and tumbling loudly to the floor as you launched yourself at your boyfriend. “You’re here.” The words came out much softer as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar, spicy scent of his cologne. 

“Did you really think I’d let you spend our first Valentine’s Day alone?” he teased you playfully, one of his arms banding around your back while his other hand cupped the back of your head, holding you tightly against his chest. He walked you backward into your apartment, kicking the door shut behind him. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here with you, muffin.”

His words filled your heart with joy, and you wrapped your arms tighter around his shoulders, clinging to his big, strong form while he slowly twirled the two of you around, like you were dancing to a silent slow song. You were so happy, it took you a moment for reality to crash back down around you. 

“But I wasn’t expecting you,” you whined into Lloyd’s neck, remembering that your face was entirely bare of makeup and you were wearing the same thing you’d had on all week—a pair of leggings and one of Lloyd’s shirts, even though his cologne had long since worn off. “I’m not pretty right now,” you mumbled, hiding your face against Lloyd’s throat.

Lloyd gently eased you away from his body, having to pry your clinging arms loose, so he could rake his eyes over your bare face. He smiled, his mustache twitching a little, and his blue eyes sparkled with nothing but genuine affection. 

“You’re gorgeous just like this, pretty girl,” he cooed, ducking forward and pressing a kiss to your lips. Then he brushed kisses to your cheeks and forehead, even dropping a kiss to the tip of your nose, making you giggle. “You make a very sexy cupid, but you’re always my gorgeous girl.”

“Thank you, Lloyd,” you said on a soft sigh of contentment, dragging him in for a proper kiss.

His mustache tickled your upper lip in the way that you’d grown to crave, and you moaned at the familiar, delicious taste of your boyfriend. Pulling him even closer with your fingers curled around the lapels of his jacket, you kissed him harder, pouring all the affection and happiness you felt about having him home into the way your mouth moved against his.

Kissing you back just as fervently, Lloyd walked you backward until you were pressed against the wall in your living room. He crowded in around you, pinning you to the wall with his big, hard body, his bulge jutting into your belly while he deepened the kiss, coaxing a burning inferno of need to life within you.

Before long, you were pushing impatiently at his jacket, wordlessly whining for him to take it off. Lloyd was only too happy to oblige, shedding the garment and tugging his shirt over his head, his mouth finding yours again for another hot, searing kiss.

His fingers hooked in the waistband of your leggings, shoving them down over your hips and thighs so you could kick them off. Then his hands came up to cup your face, cradling your head while he licked into your mouth, fucking you with his tongue until you were whimpering, desperately needing him to fill another of your holes. 

Quickly, Lloyd toed out of his shoes and stripped off his pants, leaving him in only a pair of boxer briefs, while you still wore a sweater and your panties. Glancing down at your shirt before he went back to kissing you, Lloyd’s hands pushed beneath your sweater, his fingers finding the soft flesh of your tits and kneading until you were breaking away to moan. 

“Is this my shirt?” Lloyd asked in a low, rumbling voice that was soaked with lust and a little hint of humor. He pressed hungry, nipping kisses along your jaw, pinching your nipples and making you squirm between his hard, unyielding body and the wall at your back. 

“Yeah,” you answered on a gasp. “I missed you,” you confessed, your hands curling around his bare shoulders, clinging to the muscles bunching beneath his warm skin while your head tipped back against the wall and you let out a low, keening whine. 

Lloyd made a gruff sound in the back of his throat, pulling away so he could look you in the eye. Your head was still tipped back, though, so he cupped your jaw in his hand and tilted it forward, his thumb running along your plump lower lip. 

You took the tip into your mouth and nipped playfully before sucking on Lloyd’s thumb, staring up at your boyfriend with half-lidded eyes. You watched while his gaze darkened, his pupils blowing wide with a lustful hunger that made your body clench tight with anticipation. 

“I missed you too, baby cakes,” he rumbled, ducking his head to brush a kiss to the corner of your mouth. His mustache tickled and you giggled, turning your head and letting his thumb fall from your lips so you could kiss your boyfriend.

The kiss quickly turned heated again and it felt like both of you suddenly remembered how long it had been since you’d been joined together in the most primal way possible. There was an urgency in your movements as you impatiently tugged your boyfriend’s boxer briefs down, palming his cock while he tugged your sweater off and shoved your panties down your legs.

“Lloyd, please, I need you,” you gasped, wrenching your lips from his to suck in some much-needed air. The fingers of your free hand curled in the hair at the back of his head, clinging to him while stroked his cock, your thigh lifting and trying to curl around his hip. “Need your cock inside me, need you to fill me up, sir, please.”

“Fuck, alright, alright, lollipop—you want my cock, you’ll get it,” Lloyd rumbled, his hand grabbing your raised thigh and lifting it higher. His fingers dug into your plush softness while he hooked it around his hip and you guided his cock to your entrance. “Take it, honey bee, take your man’s cock.”

You sank down on Lloyd’s cock while he pressed into you, filling you up in one smooth stroke that had your head falling back against the wall and a filthy moan spilling from your lips. You weren’t quite wet enough to take him easily, but you enjoyed the slight burn and the ache of being stretched around his hard length too much to complain. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, doll face, looking so fucking blissed out on my cock,” Lloyd said on a grunt, pulling out slightly and pushing in again, making you both moan. “I could get used to this—coming home to you and filling your cunt while your body clings to me, sucking me deeper.” 

“Yes, yes, please, sir, I want that,” you babbled, the words falling from your lips and finding you did want it. You wanted Lloyd coming home to you every day, fucking you over the nearest surface and reminding you who you belonged to every night. “I want you filling me every day, fucking me, taking what’s yours.”

Lloyd chuckled, the sound deliciously sinful while he rocked into your body, fucking you against the wall of your apartment ruthlessly. All you could do was cling to him, your fingers curling in his hair, nails digging into the back of his neck while you held on for the ride.

“You want me to take what’s mine, sweet pea? Are you mine, sweet girl?” he teased mercilessly, fucking you even harder. 

It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes, you were his, but then Lloyd changed the angle of his hips. The base of his cock rubbed meanly against your clit with every thrust and you cried out loudly, your back arching away from the wall and your hips bearing down on his cock as you barreled toward your release.

“Lloyd,” you gasped, barely able to get the words out, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, cutie, cum for me,” Lloyd urged, fucking you in hard thrusts, pausing between each to grind against your clit  “Be a good girl and show me you’re mine, honey pie—cum all over my cock.” 

Between his commanding words and the relentless grinding of his hips, his cock buried to the hilt in your soaking wet pussy, it was too much. Your release crashed over you, making you scream in pleasure while you came on Lloyd’s cock, your inner walls clenching hard enough around him to make him grunt. 

With a few more short, hard thrusts, Lloyd followed you over the edge, burying his face in your neck and muffling a loud groan against your skin as he spilled inside you. Your pussy squeezed every last drop of cum from his length, the two of you collapsing against the wall at your back as you caught your breath and rode out the aftershocks of your releases.

Once you recovered enough to move, the two of you stumbled down the hall toward your bedroom, taking a quick detour to the bathroom to clean up before tumbling into bed together. Lloyd had snagged his shirt from where he’d dropped in your living room and he pulled it over your head, swaddling you in his scent before pulling you close to cuddle.

Your boyfriend lay on his back, your body splayed across his chest, your ear pressed to his sternum while you listened to the steady beat of his heart. After a short time of enjoying each other’s presence, you raised your head, your eyes greedily raking over Lloyd’s handsome face while your fingers played idly with his mustache. 

“Thank you for cutting your trip short,” you murmured softly, your eyes fixed on Lloyd’s mouth, watching the corners flicker with a smile. “I really didn’t expect you to that just for Valentine’s Day.” 

“I did it for you, sweetheart,” Lloyd purred, his fingers closing around your wrist and bringing your fingers to his lips, pressing kisses to the pads of each one until you looked up into his eyes. His gaze was filled with so much affection, it made your breath catch in your throat. He murmured, “I love you.”

It was the first time either of you had said those words and you were surprised by the rush of emotion that flooded your heart when you heard them. Tears pricked at your eyes and you quickly dashed them away. 

“I love you, too, Lloyd,” you murmured, pulling your hand away from his mouth so you could replace it with your lips. You kissed him hard, and he did the same, banding an arm around your lower back and cradling your head while he rolled on top of you. 

When he started kissing down your neck, you tipped your head to the side and let out a delighted giggle at the way his mustache tickled your skin. You felt like you were bubbling with happiness, and you couldn’t help the words that came out of your mouth. 

“So I guess I really did match you with your true love, didn’t I?” you teased playfully, enjoying the way Lloyd laughed against your skin, making your pulse pump harder through your body. “Another satisfied cupid customer,” you joked, your legs wrapping around Lloyd’s hips and squirming beneath his hardening cock.

“Oh I’m very satisfied,” Lloyd said, lifting up to capture your lips in another kiss. His hips rocked between your thighs, grinding his cock against your soft pussy, making both of you moan at the pleasurable slide of your bodies. “You can be my cupid anytime, sugar pie, as long as you’re the one I end up with.”

“Always,” you purred, clinging to Lloyd while he slid inside you again. Then he was stealing your breath with another kiss, fucking you in slow strokes, savoring your body and murmuring his love against your lips. 

All told, it was the first of many happy Valentine’s Days with your boyfriend—and future husband—Lloyd Hansen.

[lokirogersgirl]

your first mission with simon ghost riley didn't go very well.

cw: smutty, ghosts a brat

the cell door you had been working to override had slammed in ghost's face, and at his attempt to open it, you could hear him mutter a curse under his breath.

"fuckin' hell."

"what happened?" you walked over to where he was, and once you tried to pull on the same door, you realized. you two were stuck in the cramped, dark and wet jail cell.

"fuck,” you exhaled and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"stop copying me, cunt."

"oh go to hell, ghost."

"no thanks, i'm trying to get as far away as possible from ya, baby."

you groan out in frustration and banged your head against one of the bars, the condensation sticking to your hair, and all ghost could do was chuckle at you.

"you're so fucking dense."

"eat shit," you hissed out as you swung a closed fist at his chest.

once you made contact, you knew that it was very possible it was your last moments before death.

simon crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked down at the floor while shaking his head, "tsk," he took a step towards you, "always gotta be so physical," he shoved you back, causing your body to slam against the brick wall.

and guess what? you shoved him the fuck back.

"if you think for one second," you shoved him again, this time pulling his shoulder strap down so he was at eye level with you, "that I'm gonna let you throw me around just cause you want to, you're fucking hilarious. you've got a lotta nerve to even think about touching me, let alone push me back when I've pushed you first-“

ghost grabbed both of your arms from the front of you and shoved them behind your back, pushing your tits out from your shirt and right below his face. he looked down at your cleavage before bouncing back to your eyes, "y'wanna know what I think?" he spat right down the valley of your breasts and watched his saliva snake down your shirt, "i think you like it."

you squirmed under his weight, under his eyes. "fuck. you."

"you. wish."

ghost wasn't an idiot. he could feel the way you were rubbing your thighs together, how your pupils were dilating by the second and the soft pants coming out of your mouth.

"I'm saying all this, baby 'cause I know, if I were to fuck you right now, you'd probably be the best pussy I'd felt in years. maybe ever. I'd wanna take you home and do it over and over again until you're gasping for a break. I'd feed you well. id take care of you. I would fucking love you until death. but that's not who I am, and that's sure as fuck not who you are."

you watched his eyes gaze down to your lips as he lowered his head to yours.

"why not?" you whispered.

"because, baby, I don't fuck women who don't want to. I like wet pussy, not scared pussy. I want it hard and rough but I don't wanna break you forever. and unfortunately, I'll bet you a million dollars that if I reached down and checked right now, your sweet pussy wouldn't be wet. not even close. right?"

you gulped as his fingers realized one of your wrists and snaked down the side of your thigh, "that's a lot of money."

he slithered his hand back up to your waist band before sneaking a finger inside, "isn't it?" you could barely hear his smirk through his words over the intense volume of your heartbeat. you knew for a fact, that someone just lost a lot of money.

as ghost swiped a finger down the middle of your panties, he groaned, "fuck, I'm gonna be bankrupt aren't I?"

"its a stupid bet to make after spitting on a woman's tits."

[lokirogersgirl]

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐌𝐨𝐛 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟔𝟏𝟐

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚/𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐫/𝐚𝐩𝐞. 𝐍𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐛 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝/𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦/𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐅/𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟/𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐲-𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦. 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬/𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐛/𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝-𝐮𝐛 𝐜-𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡��𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬. 𝐒/𝐦𝐮𝐭. 𝐏 𝐢𝐧 𝐕. 𝐎/𝐫𝐚𝐥. 𝐅/𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧! 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐛 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐁𝐭𝐕𝐒 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭.

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You had hated your husband for a long time, but somehow he didn’t realise that.

Unfortunately you also feared him, and that he was more than aware of. It was why you hadn’t put up a fight when John dragged you from the sanctuary of your kitchen and out of the door of your home and pushed you into the leather seat of his car, 

“You’re coming with me. Just trust me, okay?”

Obviously you didn’t trust him - you hadn’t since he’d first let his mask of chivalry and geniality slip six months into your relationship and… Well, you didn’t like to think of that night to be honest. You didn’t like to think of any of the nights in the years since. This was different though, enough to make you bite your tongue to hold back the questions that wanted to spill out. John was… scared.

The look suited him, you thought to yourself as the lights of the suburbs gave way to the glow of the city. Manhattan at night was like a bright jewel nestled against black velvet, beautiful and cold with too many facets to ever count. It hits you then where you’re going, and why your husband looked so terrified. John wasn’t supposed to be in Manhattan. That’s where Bucky Barnes held power, and Bucky Barnes and the Walkers did not have an easy working relationship. 

You, of course, weren’t supposed to know this. You were John’s wife, not his confidante. You were just there to look pretty and give him sons. You’d failed on both counts according to your loving husband's drunken rants. His words used to hurt you, used to make you hate yourself and bleed internally for the cutting nature of them. You’d ceased to care for the last year though, why should you? For his own unknowable reasons John refused to divorce you, to let you go and marry one of his many younger and ‘prettier’ whores instead, so his insults just didn’t hold any meaning to you.

Why should you care if he hated you, when you definitely hated him more?

The Bronze - the club you weren’t supposed to know about but you did because you had heard John rant about it too many times - came into view. It appeared dark and dangerous on the outside, but the people milling about the front were all clearly wealthy socialites, and looking closer, some of those were hidden security.

Bucky Barnes did not suffer fools easily. Or so you’d heard.

One of the guards came up to the drivers side window, shining a torch and making you turn from the light, and your husband curse, 

“Fuck off, Barnes is expecting me!”

“Get out of the car. Romanoff will take you through.”

John’s knuckles go white against the leather of the steering wheel, you see the anger building, like storm clouds on the horizon… but he sighs, and turns to you, blue eyes cold and voice dangerously low, 

“Don’t say a fucking thing whilst you’re in there, okay?”

You speak for the first time since he dragged you into the night, trying and failing to keep the tremble out of your voice, 

“What’s going on, John?”

“None of your business. Just shut up and do what I say, and we’ll be back home in no time, sweetheart.”

“But-”

Your words are cut off when John apparently loses his temper and backhands you. He can’t build up too much force as you’re still in the car, but it doesn’t stop the hit from hurting - or a bruise immediately forming from the ring on his hand as it connects with your cheekbone. There’s a tap on the window, and John growls low in his throat at the interruption, 

“Stupid bitch, look what you made me do.” He pulls you towards him over the centre console, “Don’t say anything. You got that bruise at home dropping something on your face because you’re a clumsy idiot, yes?”

“Yes. I’m clumsy and an idiot.”

“Good. Now get out.”

It’s raining when you step out, it feels good against your skin - at least until a redheaded woman with cute blonde tips comes over and covers your head with an umbrella she’s holding. Her green eyes catch yours and you drop your gaze after a moment.

You idly wonder how John thinks he can get away with that kind of blatant abuse in public. There’s no way Romanoff and the other guard didn’t see or hear what just happened.

Romanoff follows you as you’re led by the wrist into the club by John who is following the guard. Bookended by two no doubt deadly people into the loud and subtly gilded club belonging to one of the most powerful men in New York - one you would never see on the cover of Forbes, but one who had more money and influence than most. 

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes. Head of the Barnes crime family, and your husband's business partner. Sort of.

Technically the Walkers had their own crime family, but their power had waned as the Barnes’s grew. The Walkers still had enough influence that meant Barnes couldn’t just steamroll them… but it was close.

At least… that’s what you’d picked up over the years.

You’d only officially met Bucky Barnes once a year ago at a gala that John had forced you to go to. It was an unusual punishment from him, and one you could never forgive him for, even if you could forgive everything else. You had been pregnant, a son… and you’d lost it not one week earlier. John made sure to introduce you to everyone, and to tell them that you looked terrible because you’d only just come out of hospital after losing his baby. You’d only wanted to pull out the gun that you knew was hidden at John’s hip and shoot him in front of the people sneering at you and comforting him, before pulling the gun on yourself, and that’s when Bucky had turned up.

One look at him and you’d forgotten about your husband. Bucky had kissed your hand, told you how sorry he was for your loss after the awkward moment when John had introduced you as the woman who used to be pregnant with his kid, and then left, ignoring John completely.

You’d not stopped thinking about him since that night.

The noise of the club dims and you’re led towards the back where the offices are… where Bucky’s office is.

The corridor is dark and dingy, narrow and with only a few low bulbs to illuminate the way to the end and the final door on the right. The guard knocks, he waits, and then you’re both being led into his office. Considering how grimy the hallway was, the office is huge, it’s bright and its clean, and still your eyes immediately go to him, like iron to a magnet. He’s beautiful, like a wolf biding his time in captivity. You know he’s deadly, that’s part of the appeal, it always has been. Bucky Barnes will never be tame.

The door snicks closed behind you, and you see Bucky’s blue eyes narrow as they land on you. Fear fills you in one quick heartbeat, and you almost talk, lean forwards to do so, but Romanoff grabs your wrist, shaking her head; no.

“So.” Bucky smiles after a terrifying moment of silence, pointing to the one empty chair in front of his desk, “Sit down, John.”

John has gone pale you notice idly, and he looks at the chair, and then at you, “What about-”

“Your wife is gonna need to stand, John.” Bucky stands up himself then, and comes around to the front of his desk, to stand in front of you, “I bet he didn’t tell you that I’d asked him to bring you with him, did he?”

“N-no.”

“Typical.” His eyes rove over the small cut on your cheek, “He did that to you?”

“He-”

“Hey, how about you cut the crap and tell me what the fuck I’m doing here?!” John tries to sound brave - you’re very familiar with his speech patterns by now - but fails miserably. Bucky holds your gaze, but you can see his irritation grow as John continues to rant behind him, “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, Barnes, but-”

“I’m the guy you screwed over, remember, John?” Bucky smirks at you, and then turns his attention to your husband, “You remember that one shipment I asked you to manage, and you remember how you fucked it up and cost me nearly a million?”

“I-”

“Now I could’ve let it go, but here I am getting word that that product is showing up in your fathers territory! That’s good stuff that I got, and your dad is making my money? I thought to myself that that don’t sound like John Walker Senior at all.”

“He-”

“Now, of course, there is another, more logical explanation, isn’t there?” Bucky leans back against his desk, leaving you to the side, and Romanoff to inch around to behind John who’s apparently too terrified to notice, “That John Walker Junior wanted to make his own cash but with none of his own hard work or risk, so he just fucked me around a bit and used daddy’s territory to get away with it, right? Because I can’t kill you over something that happened in your dads corner without starting a war, huh?”

Sweat drips down your husbands face, “Buck, please, c’mon-”

“No, it’s okay, I get it, we’ve all been there, and it’s not like I’m a saint who can be hypocritical, right? I’m not exactly squeaky clean to have got where I am.” Bucky is grinning, his posture so easy, that even you start to relax. You hated John but you’re not sure you want to watch him die. Bucky doesn’t look at you, John keeps his eyes on Bucky as he nods desperately, 

“Yeah… I’m a dumbass, Bucky, I’m sorry. I’ll pay you back.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ve already taken the profit off your guys. You can pay me back another way.”

Now John suddenly looks suspicious, his eyes darting between you and Bucky warily, “Buck… why’s my wife here?”

“I have contingencies for the money and product, John, that’s just good business. I can write off that kind of money with only a little effort, I don’t need to make any kind of waves, but the thing is… you do gotta be taught a lesson. I don’t like you, Walker. I don’t like your face, your attitude, and I don’t like how you treat your wife.” Bucky turns to you, and heat - sudden and almost violent - builds low in your belly, 

“I asked her here to show her what a piece of shit you are, and to take my pound of flesh off you. I’m going to fuck your pretty wifes brains out in front of you. Show you how a real man treats his woman, and then you’re going to fuck off.”

“You-!”

Romanoff was already in place, however, she pushes John back into the seat, and swiftly ties him to it. She’s a lot stronger than she looks, John clearly stands no chance, and within thirty seconds he’s bound, and duct tape is over his mouth. His eyes though… they glare at you, and you freeze.

Bucky stands in front of you, gently guiding you to the front of his desk and right in front of your husband. His right hand is warm when he places it over the column of your throat, his left is cool as he traces the bruise on your cheek. You think people would be surprised at how gentle Bucky Barnes could be in a moment like this…

“How about you, beautiful? What do you think? Because I don’t really mind killing him, it might lead to a war but it wouldn’t be a long one, and quite honestly, I really don’t fucking like him.” He smirks at the glare you level at him, 

“I… I don’t like him either.” It’s a whispered confession, and you flinch when John starts fighting against his bonds again, his words muffled but no less powerful for it. He’s calling you every name under the sun, threatening you with every abuse he can think of behind that gag and you know it. Bucky pulls you closer to him, his cologne filling your nostrils and soothing your nerves, 

“You don’t have to be afraid of him any more, darlin’. Let me take care of you.” He’s so sincere, he’s so solid and firm. Bucky is the scariest thing you’ve ever known, scarier than John, and yet…

“Does he have to watch?”

Bucky smiles at your response, and jerks his head at Romanoff who smirks and winks, before leaving, 

“Sorry, doll, I need him to see what happens. Trust me, you’re barely going to remember your own name when I’m balls deep inside you, you’re not even gonna notice him.”

Bucky’s so gentle as he tempts you into cheating right in front of your bound husband's eyes, he could tempt an angel down from heaven, and you’ve never been an angel to begin with. You always knew what your husband was, what his family is, and you never cared. You liked the lavish life and how you never had to work. You loved John for all he seemingly wanted to provide for you if you would only wear his ring.

You’d secretly hoped he would die a horrible death every day since he first laid a hand on you. You weren’t a good person for that… but you still wanted good things.

Bucky’s eyes dip to your lips, and you open up on a small gasp when he kisses you. Bucky’s kiss is no sweet and gentle thing, it’s possessive, dominant, claiming. He sucks your tongue into his mouth, moaning low in his throat when you give into the dark temptation and kiss him back, fisting his Zegna jacket in your palms and no doubt creasing the expensive fabric beyond repair. His hands are at your hips, closing over your throat, skimming over your waist, and then finally spinning you so you’re in front of him, your back to his chest and facing John who’s red faced and livid behind his gag.

Bucky was right, you had almost forgotten about your husband, and he wasn’t even close to being inside you yet. The look on John’s face dashes some of your desire away, you freeze in Bucky’s arms, but then he presses a kiss to that spot on the side of your neck and your eyes flutter close, 

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she, John? I get why you married her. I’d want to keep her in my bed all day if I got the chance.” Bucky hums, rocking his erection at your ass and moving his fingers to the buttons at the top of your dress, “Maybe I’ll get that chance though, hmm? I can at least promise I’ll never lay a hand on her in anger, you sack of shit.” Bucky tilts your head back and kisses you then, easing you back down from the fear that shot back up your spine at John’s newly formed rage, “I bet you wore something pretty under this dress, didn’t you, doll?”

You close your hands over his wrists when they undo the first button… but you just hold on as he opens them all to the waist, and your lace bra comes into view. You’re panting in his arms, he hasn’t even touched you yet and your cunt is clenching, desperate for him, 

“Bucky…”

“Shhhh… see, John? See how gorgeous your wife is? These tits are perfect, my cock would look so fucking great between them.” You barely have time to react before Bucky snaps the front clasp open and gently rolls your nipples between his fingers, careful to not be too firm with his left hand, “What do you think, doll? Or I could give you a diamond necklace. I’m getting hard at the idea of you only wearing diamonds against my silk sheets…”

You don’t know where it comes from, but you let go of his wrists and bring your hands behind you, gently rubbing over the bulge in the front of his pants, “Why can’t I have both?”

“That’s my girl.”

John shouts behind the gag, it sounds vaguely like “she’s not your girl” but you don’t care, not anymore, not when Bucky feels so good, so safe at your back, and not when he’s inching up the front of your skirt…

“I bet you’re soaking these pretty panties, doll.” Bucky steps to the side, gently manoeuvres you back against his desk, and pushes his right hand in between your legs, slapping the inside of your thigh just enough to make it sting oh so pleasureably, “See, that’s the only time you should slap a woman, John, when you’re about to finger fuck her into bonelessless.” Bucky kisses you again, pulling your panties to the side and exposing you, “You can also slap her ass when you’re fucking her, I’ll show you in a bit.” Bucky’s holding your gaze, refusing to let you look away or catch John’s eye as tugs your dress off your shoulders and pulls it down over your hips to pool on the floor. Your bra follows next, leaving you in your underwear and heels. He licks his lips, kissing you again, making you whimper… and then you feel the cool kiss of metal as he uses his left hand to spread your lower lips open, and he circles your clit with his right, 

“So fucking pretty, the best cunt I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life.” You spread your legs wider without thought, bringing one leg up to rest against the edge of his desk, moaning wantonly as Bucky eases first one, and then two fingers inside you, pumping slowly, easily, rubbing small circles against your clit with his other hand…

“Y’gotta ease her into it, John, not act like she’s some dumb whore you paid for on the streets. You want your wife to keep your secrets? Treat her like a queen, you fucking asshole.” 

Your blood freezes at that… but then Bucky hits that spot inside you, and ducks his head and bites down just hard enough on your nipple and you shatter around his fingers, barely able to hold yourself up as he promised. He pulls his fingers out of you, and then circles your aching nipple with his wet fingers… soothing the sting with his tongue…

“You taste like peaches, doll… next time I’m gonna eat you out for a whole evening. I’ll spread you out on a chequered tablecloth. Starter, main and dessert.”

You can hear John crying in the background, but you don’t care, not when you’re sinking to the ground in front of Bucky, and he’s taking his shirt off, unbuckling his belt, and pulling out his cock and thrusting towards your face, 

“If you make me cum down your throat, I’ll get you diamond earrings too, doll.”

“I’ll take that bet, Bucky.”

You’d always hated giving John head. He wanted it all the time, would hurt you whilst he did it, and would never return the favour… but you knew this could be addictive with Bucky. 

Bucky’s just thick enough to make your jaw ache, but it doesn’t bother you. You deepthroat him as well as you can’t breathe through your nose, using your tongue along the underside of him, around his tip, moaning in your throat at how good he tastes…

The first spurt of his seed almost makes you gag, but you swallow it down, continue to suck him as he cums down your throat, eating it up almost greedily. Bucky tastes and smells heavenly, being on your knees for him is not hardship…

John is sniffing now, angry and terrible noises emanating from him as Bucky groans out how good you are, how much he is going to spend on those earrings. There’s sweat on his perfect chest, his short hair just mussed up enough to make you want to run your fingers through it… and then he brings you to your feet,

“Give me your panties, doll, and go bend over my desk, look at this piece of shit whilst I fuck you.” There’s one more brief moment of hesitation - you can’t come back from this and Bucky knows it - but he just leans forward, places a gentle kiss on your lips, and whispers, “Just forget about them, they don’t matter. Trust me, Y/N.”

You do. You can’t help it.

You do as you’re told, face warming as you hand your underwear to Bucky who just smirks and puts them in his pocket, and then go around the desk, facing your useless and stupid husband as you lay yourself flat against Bucky’s glass desk, the shock of cold only lasts a moment, and then Bucky’s warmth envelops you from behind,

“I think I’m gonna love fucking your wife, John. Might even keep her to sweeten the deal.”

Any words you might’ve had are stolen from you when Bucky pushes into you in one thrust. You’re not ready for him, not even with how turned on you are, but the burn feels so good, you hiss out his name, and then thought is gone. This isn’t Bucky making love to you, though you’re certain he could if he wanted to.

He’s claiming you, taking you, ruining you for your husband and showing him how well he’s going to treat you. Bucky might’ve not given you much of a choice but it’s John who’s helpless here. Not you. 

Never you. Never again.

You yelp at the slap that Bucky levels at your ass and then groan when he picks up his pace, pressure building down low, you whine out his name as he brings his left hand down to your clit and rubs against it, small circles that drive you insane instantly. He’s groaning, moaning in your ear as he kisses and bites at your shoulders, laughing at John who’s staring brokenly at you,

“See, John? She loves this. This is what a woman sounds like when she’s enjoying herself.” He pulls your face to the side, kissing you desperately and fucking you relentlessly, “I love you, doll.”

You scream out your orgasm, drowning out the sound of Bucky’s own. You think you pass out for a second, you don’t remember moving to Bucky’s chair, or him draping his Zegna jacket over you, but that’s where you are. Tears pool in your eyes once the high wears off, and you see Bucky zipping himself up, and pulling his shirt back on.

Everything will change now. 

“Here’s what’s happening, John. I got you, I got everything you have, even your wife. You’re only allowed to live because I’m letting you. You’re going to fuck off out of my office, and bring me any information on your dads business that I can use to take him down, or I’ll kill you and use the excuse to start that war and kill your dad too. The only reason I’m not doing that right now is I don’t want to deal with the cops, and when your dad is dead I’ll give you his territory. You’ll work for me of course but, still. In name only you’ll be in charge. Romanoff!”

Bucky’s personal guard comes in, she winks at you, and smiles at him, “Yes, boss?”

“Break John’s left arm, and then untie his right, I need him to sign something.” He looks at you then, and you open your mouth to say something - though you’re not really sure what - but it’s too late. Natasha Romanoff blocks your view of John, you hear a snap and an agonised yell, and then John comes back into view, cradling his broken arm, tears streaming down his face, the gag finally removed from his mouth,

“I’m gonna kill you for this, Barnes! And as for you!” John spits in your direction, “You’re a dumb whore! Fuck you! I’ll kill you-”

Bucky punches him in the stomach - with his left hand - and waits patiently for John to stop gagging,

“You touch one hair on her head, Walker, and I’ll cut your head off.” Bucky waits another second, walking slowly to a filing cabinet, bringing paperwork back to his desk. He doesn’t meet your eyes once through all of this, you want to call out, to stop him, but you don’t.

You don’t want to stop him. You’re tired of being afraid of John.

“So. Sign these divorce papers, John. Y/N gets nothing of yours, you’ll be free to do whatever and hopefully catch syphilis and die, and what happened here will never be something you need to think about again. Plus,” Bucky grabs another sheet of paper, “Y/N is going to marry me, so she’ll be under my protection.”

“Why the fuck are you doing all of this, Barnes?” John finally whimpers, his hand shaking as he signs the paper, setting you free so easily, all it had taken was one mistake and a broken arm, “It was a million dollars. You make that in a month in this shitty club.”

“It’s not the money, John. I just don’t like people who abuse their wives.”

You almost say something to John… but he’s gone before you can, Romanoff leading him away with a firm grip on his broken arm, and then you’re left with Bucky Barnes, who waits until the door is closed before rushing over to you, dropping to his knees and taking your face in his palms,

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you what I planned, but I couldn’t wait anymore. You did so well, baby, so damn well, I love you so fucking much.”

“You scared the shit out of me, Bucky! We said that-”

“I know, I know, but Walker Senior was getting suspicious, and I got word that John was going to try to run and he would’ve taken you. I couldn’t wait anymore, Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

A year ago after that gala was when your affair with Bucky Barnes had started. At first it was just lust, and a terrible desire to get caught. You hated your husband for everything he had done to you, for hurting you so bad you’d lost your baby and then blaming you for it. When Bucky had turned up at your home, you’d fucked him on your marital bed as quickly as possible.

It wasn’t long before the feelings developed though. How could they not?

Bucky was kind, gentle, and treated you well. More importantly, he was honest. He didn’t hide the fact that he knew you would be helpful to spy on John and could help set him up to take the bait and steal his shipment. 

“So… we’re marrying?” You rest your forehead against Bucky’s, “You’re playing with fire, Bucky.”

“I know what I’m doing. John’s too weak to come after you. We can marry officially so there’s a record, and then I can quietly annul it… then I’ll buy you a big fucking ring. Marry you in front of hundreds, and take you to a honeymoon in Costa Rica. A private beach, just me and you.” His smile is dazzling, “I really like the idea of you in those diamonds in the sun, doll.”

What else could you say? You knew who Bucky was. What he is capable of. You knew he loved you and would keep you safe… and you liked the life he could provide.

“I do.”

[lokirogersgirl]

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 * 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 @firefly-graphics

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠* (𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭*

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤*

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝* (𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧*

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞*

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 (𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭) 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐘𝐨𝐮* (𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬)

𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞*

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐤

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤*

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫*

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐜: 𝐍𝐚𝐩

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐜: 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐜: 𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 // 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐜

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲*

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞* (𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 (𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬)

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐫 (𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬)*

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬*

𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲*

𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐔*

𝐎𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝*

𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝*

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞*

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥��𝐠𝐡𝐭*

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮*

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝*

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞*

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐆𝐨* (𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

[lokirogersgirl]

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫…

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐𝟑𝟖𝟖

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭! 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭!𝐃𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠, 𝐈 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟏𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎.

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 @whimsicalrogers

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 @maysdigitalarts

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 ��𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐧 <𝟑

𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 @musingsinmoonlightlibrary 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬.

It’s dark in the kitchen, but the room is lit up beautifully by the moon. Silver light cascades down upon you, illuminating your skin and the countertops in the kitchen. It would look almost ethereally beautiful…

If it wasn’t for the fact that you were currently doing dishes.

Your dishwasher had packed up - again. Your husband had promised to fix it, you had begged to get a new one, and yet, here you were. Washing dishes by hand, like you were back in the decade he originally came from. Still…

Bucky Barnes did look great hunched over and holding onto power tools.

You snorted to yourself, and took another plate to wash. Sure, he would look great in his old white tank top, and the soft grey sweatpants that he wore around the house. Maybe a little oil or grease mysteriously got onto those sharp cheekbones, and his hair would be pulled up into a little man bun, a few strands framing his face as he painstakingly fixed your appliances… You shake your head and stare up at the moon through the window.

Bucky Barnes would also look great elbow deep in hot foamy water trying to scrub away the evidence of tonight’s dinner, but oh no, here you were doing it at eleven at night, because it was the only time you could get any peace-

“Well, don’t you look great in that nightgown, Y/N.” Bucky’s voice comes from behind you, almost making you jump. You don’t, however. It’s that timbre, the low growl in the low light…

He only talks in that tone when he is feeling especially amorous.

“I’m busy. Go away.” There’s a pout on your lips, but a smile in your voice. You look over your shoulder at him, moving the now clean plate to the rack, “It’s just an old nightgown, Buck. No need to get all crazy on me.” Of course, you knew it was his favourite on you. Satin and lace. Tactile sensuality that you knew for a fact drove him crazy. You had wanted tonight to be special.

Except, things had changed, and you had rolled with it… but that didn’t mean that you weren’t going to torment your husband a little by staying in the nightgown you had had such plans for. Bucky is eyeing you from under his lashes, his tongue - bright and pink - shoots out to lick at his lips quickly, and you turn back to your chores. You can’t look at him doing that, and handle china plates at the same time.

“Who said anything about going crazy?” He’s right behind you now, moving so stealthily, and so quietly, that you hadn’t even noticed he had closed the gap between you. His arms wrapped around your middle, his whole body - warm and hard - pressed against your back, and you gasp a little when his nose trails up the length of your neck, “You smell so damn good, darlin’”

“Bucky, I’m trying to-”

“I know.” There’s a gentle note of laughter in his voice, it balances out that predatory growl perfectly, “Can’t a man just hug his wife?” You chuckle a little, angle your neck so he has more space just to breathe you in… it’s nice…

“I have to finish these dishes, Bucky.”

“I ain’t stoppin’ you.” Of course he wasn’t. But you knew your husband well enough to know that he very much kind of was. Still, you take a breath and pick up another plate, dunking it into the hot water,

“So… when will you fix my dishwasher, Bucky? You know I hate doing dishes like this.” You’re trying for casual, to try and keep breathing right, it was a little hard to concentrate though. Bucky had started rubbing against you, fanning that flame that never really went out when you were in his presence. It wasn’t easy to think around him when he got like this…

“I think you look beautiful right now… don’t think I should fix that machine, to be honest.” His hands go from linked across the front of your stomach, to your hips, rubbing little circles into the fabric that brings the satin inching up your thighs, the lace edging tickling your skin lightly. Your rub your inner thighs together delicately, cursing Bucky because you can’t swat him away with your wet hands without getting it all over the expensive material,

“I think you’d better fix it! This takes so long…” You trail off, closing your eyes. He’s half hard at your back, rubbing against the curve of your ass, and placing kisses on the column of your throat, “Bucky… come on…” your eyelids flutter shut. Too much sensation. Not enough of it where you really want it…

“Just think though, Y/N, could I do this if you’d had the dishwasher working?” His metal hand - cool and heavenly - rises swiftly to cup your breast, kneading the flesh over the satin and lace covering it. You jerk a little in his hold, suddenly aware that you’re in front of the window.

“Bucky!”

“What?” He smiles against the skin of your neck, rolling your nipple between his fingers, “No one can see what I’m going to do to you.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Stay quiet, baby. I’ve been thinking about you all day, and I’m not letting you out of here until you’ve soaked my fingers, my face, and my dick.”

You almost fulfill his wish right then.

He swallows your feeble protests by kissing you, his lips taking control, his tongue warring with yours desperately, needily… you’re lost in the passion of how your husband possesses you, swimming in his scent and his smell…

You don’t hear the faint splash of his hand going into the sink, but you feel it when the metal - now warmer - rises back to cover your breast with hot soapy water.

“BUCKY!” You whisper yell, furious, “That water is filthy! This cost over a hundred bucks!” You’re trying not to screech at him, his hand feels so good…

“Aw shit, sorry, darlin’” he doesn’t sound sorry at all, and quickly tugs the strap down from your shoulder, exposing your breast to the moonlight, “Is that better?” You squirm in his hold, half wanting to scream at him, and half wanting to let him carry on. The water cools in the air, pebbling the skin and turning your nipple into a hard point. He doesn’t stop his sensual torment on it, just rises to move the other strap down so you’re now completely uncovered from the waist up, your nightgown bunched at your waist. Both of his hands massage your breasts, teasing you and stoking the embers into an inferno.

“You look so pretty right now, Y/N. All bare and sexy and wet… are you wet elsewhere, sweetheart? Is your pretty cunt leaking for me?” He knows just what to say, and just what to do, he always does. It doesn’t matter how long a mission is, or how busy you get during the day. When you two have time to be alone together… it’s always like the first time.

His right hand drops from your breast, and covers your pussy over the satin of the matching panties you put on, making you gasp and throw your head back against him,

“Oh, shit, Bucky…”

“Look at that,” his middle and index fingers gently stroke over you, from clit to slit and back again, “My girl so wet for me… you feel so good, darlin’,” he sucks another bruise into the skin of your neck, before pulling the material to one side, and sliding his fingers through the excited mess of your pussy, “You gonna come for me, Y/N? Right here in front of the window?”

You shouldn’t feel so excited by that thought. You shouldn’t keen at the prospect of being so exposed and so needy, but that was the thing about being married to someone like Bucky Barnes.

He made you feel safe and loved and cherished. You could just be with someone like him. And, more importantly, he felt that safe with you.

He dipped just inside your entrance, gathering your slick, and returned back to your clit, rubbing circles against the bundle of nerves,

“That feel good, darlin’? Tell me how good it feels,”

“It feels… Ohmigod…”

“Speak up, Y/N,” Bucky chuckles, pausing his circular motion to tap a softer beat directly over the top of your clit again, “I wanna hear you,” your knees are shaking, you’re so close… another pinch to your nipple, and you squeak, rising an arm to wrap around the back of Bucky’s head,

“It feels so good, Bucky, I’m gonna cum, please…” Bucky smiles against your lips as you admit that, and captures your lips with his, quickly gathering more of your desire, and rubbing your clit furiously. You cry into his mouth as you cum, clinging onto him, and tugging at the strands of his hair. You’re barley down from the high when he picks you up and sets you down on the kitchen table, opening your legs and setting your feet down on the surface so you’re as open and exposed as possible for him,

“Bucky, I-”

“I told you. Fingers, face and dick… lemme eat you out, Y/N.” Bucky pulls up a chair, sits down, and all too gleefully attaches his mouth to your cunt, lapping at your folds like a starving man, and sucking your clit into his mouth.

You’re still sensitive from your previous orgasm, within seconds you’re bucking against his face, another release building quickly. His name falls like a prayer from your lips, your hands go to his hair, threading into it and pulling him as close as possible to where you need him.

Your orgasm shoots through you, and you bite your lip to stop your wail from reaching the ceiling. Bucky licks and sucks you through it, giving you space after you push him away, but not before placing one last kiss against you,

“That good, darlin’? You look like it was pretty good,” he’s grinning devilishly, carefully wiping at his face, before looming over you as you lie against the wooden surface of the table. You carefully raise your arms, and pull his shirt off him, needing the feel of his skin against yours. You raise your lips to his ear, chuckling lightly,

“You’re going to be the one to clean up this table, Bucky. We eat here!” You’re not mad, far from it, your skin tingles with aftershocks of joy, your gorgeous man is pulling down his pants, and he’s lifting your leg to wrap around his waist…

He’s gentle when he pushes inside you, soft when he brushes his lips over yours, and careful when he wraps his arms under your shoulders to pull you flush to him.

He sets the perfect pace, filling you up to the hilt, pulling back enough to hit every sensitive inch of you, and then thrusting back inside. Every inch of you he can find, he kisses, your neck, that tickly spot behind your ear, the slopes of your breasts. His teeth tease your nipples, first one and then the other.

His voice fills your head, he loves you, he loves being inside of you, you’re his home, his love, his safe haven…

His pace picks up, you can feel that coil tightening in your belly. There’s less talking, more breaths and pants. Lips brushing but too breathless to kiss fully. His eyes shine at you, brighter than moonlight, and he smiles against you,

“Touch yourself for me, sweetheart, cum on my dick.” He takes a hand, raises your fingers to his lips and sucks them, making them wet, and then pushes it down between your bodies. You moan as you meet your desire slick flesh, your nub rock hard and desperate. It doesn’t take long, your fingers work hungrily, you don’t take your eyes off of Bucky, and your orgasm hits you.

There’s no words to describe how Bucky’s physical love makes you feel. Stars, fireworks, explosions… they’re beautiful but they don’t last. This feeling does. You carry it with you every time he walks out of the door.

Moonlight shines through the window as Bucky pulls out of you. It illuminates the ridges and planes of his perfect body, making him impossibly more beautiful as he gets a cloth and comes back to clean you up gently. You both get dressed silently, quick kisses shared, and you might’ve pinched the firm muscle of his backside, just to see him jump and blush.

You’ve been together long enough to not need words after something like this. It’s beautiful and perfect, and it’s all either of you have ever wanted. You smile when Bucky picks up the spray bottle of kitchen cleaner, and nod when he points upstairs,

“Go’n get into bed. I won’t be too long.”

You climb the stairs, suddenly achingly tired. It had been a long and busy day… but you stop at the door on the right, and take a peek inside.

Your little boy - Nathan Shuri Barnes - was curled up tight in his blankets, a smile on his face as he held onto his penguin plushie. You sighed as you looked at him, feeling that usual feeling of overwhelming love and gratitude for having him in your life.

Of course… he was supposed to have been staying with his uncles Sam and Steve tonight, but he had felt unwell. Apparently. So he had come home at the last minute.

Your baby loved celebrating birthdays, and apparently not being here all day for yours had caused a tantrum. You smile as you close the door… you couldn’t be mad.

Fifteen minutes later, and you’re in bed, waiting patiently for your husband and father of your child to get in next to you. The moon shines still, bright and full, as Bucky finally gets upstairs. He pulls you close, bringing the sheets over you, and wrapping his arms around you,

“Happy birthday, Y/N. I hope you enjoyed your present.” You snort a little, and raise your head to kiss him.

You fall asleep knowing you are loved. Who cares about getting a year older, or not having a working dishwasher, when you have this kind of love in your life?

[lokirogersgirl]

𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 * 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 @firefly-graphics

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞*

[lokirogersgirl]

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧…

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟔𝟏𝟗𝟗

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 (𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭). 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲. 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫), 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫), 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲. 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐈 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 @navybrat817 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 <𝟑

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 @suzs-fic-library 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

You’d grown up near the ocean, so the Legends of Merpeople were constant as you grew up. The females would lure men out to sea with their beautiful voices, slaughtering them for harming the vulnerable, and the males would kill men who posed harm to their way of life. They lived in vast cities under the oceans, they didn’t have colonies on land, and when they did come to shore it was to steal breeding partners, both willing and unwilling. No one knew for sure what these creatures were capable of, just that they were inhumanly beautiful and if you saw them, it would be the last thing you ever did.

A part of you had always wanted to see one, it was the secret reason why you’d started your little boating business during the tourist season, taking sightseers out around the caves that dotted your coastline, to view the dolphins and seals that lived there. You knew the chance of seeing a merperson was slim to none, you hadn’t done anything to warrant their wrath, nor did you want to… but the thought of one day seeing one of their tails emerge from the water gave you hope. And if you were able to get footage of that, it could help sell your business further.

That was your dream though. One that fuelled you on your solo trips. You would never allow anyone to use your business to take advantage of the merpeople. The Legends were to be respected, or your own life would be forfeit.

The bachelors party booking was something new, usually it was families, or young couples, or even the odd local who knew and trusted you and just wanted to go out on the water that came to your scheduled excursion times, however the phone call offer wasn’t one you felt you could refuse,

“Could you take my guys and I out for the day, sweetheart? We’re just hoping for some rays and beers, and even if we give you a tip, you’re still cheaper than hiring our own boat out,” the voice has been raspy, like he’d had a lifetime of shouting out orders, or smoking, or both, you’d been ready to tell him that that’s not what you did, but then he’d offered a figure and…

“I suppose I can accommodate that, Mr…?”

“Rumlow, sweetheart. Brock Rumlow,”

“Okay, Mr Rumlow,” you’d shrugged and confirmed the booking, taking a deposit over the phone, “I can send you the best routes, and the best places for the most beautiful views if you could give me your-”

“No that’s okay, sweetheart, I have a map of the area on the island I’d like you to go to,”

“Oh,” you’d blinked at that, “w-well, I usually don’t-”

“You already took my money,” a dark laugh, “I could take it back, but that's a hassle, all you have to do is say yes, it’s not a big deal,”

It wasn’t, not really, but there were certain areas that were common knowledge not to go near. It wasn’t confirmed, but the north side of your island was rumoured to be closest to the merpeople’s home. Of course, as they lived deep under the sea, ‘closeness’ was a relative term. You sighed inwardly,

“Any particular reason you want to travel to the north side of the island? It’s not a route I usually take, Mr Rumlow, as I’m sure you know there’s likely-”

“- we’re not hunting mermaids, don’t worry,” he laughed at the implication, “I looked up all the local legends, I just want to give my guy a trip that he won’t forget, you understand that, right?” 

You did, but still, why the north side? It meant the sun wouldn’t be as good, which was apparently a big part of the reason why he wanted the boat to begin with. You stressed that to him, and he just chuckled,

“It’s just the side of the island I want to take my buddy, what’s with the Spanish Inquisition? I can just take my business elsewhere if it’s a real problem for you, sweetheart,”

You thought of your bank account on another inward sigh. What was the worst that could happen?

“No, it’s no problem, Mr Rumlow. I will see you and your friends in a week,”

The group that arrived all looked the same. Tall men with dark hair and dark eyes, dressed in dark clothes and demeanours as black as everything else. Brock Rumlow introduced himself immediately, and you tried to return the man’s smile but you found your usual gold rated customer service greeting had died within you at the look of the duffle bags they had brought with them,

“Fishing equipment?”

The dark brown eyes of the man glowed with amusement as he glanced over the two remaining men boarding your boat - the last was a tall and blonde man who looked oddly out of place, but you didn’t get a chance to look closely before Brock Rumlow answered, 

“No, sweetheart, I told you, we’re not here hunting mermaids,”

“There’s mermen as well, you know,” you answered snarkily, the laughter of the blonde man at your back, lyrical and deep… but then Brock barked out a harder laugh that broke the suddenly weaved spell,

“Yeah but we ain’t hunting them either, I’m not suicidal,” Brock smiled, “okay so fine, I wasn’t exactly truthful with you, this isn’t a bachelor party,”

“No?” Your voice dripped sarcasm, which pulled another chuckle from the mystery man at your back, Brock however just rolled his eyes,

“No, but we are all friends. Scouts Honour!” He held up his fingers in a salute that had you rolling your eyes, “Look, I just needed someone to take us where I want to go, and who can navigate the caves on the north shore,”

“The caves? Why?” Your eyes narrowed, “I told you that-”

“- and I just said I don’t give a fuck about the fish people, alright? I am, however, interested in their treasure,” Brock crossed his arms across his chest, and shrugged, “the caves are rumoured to have over a million bucks worth of old merpeople treasure there, it washed up after the last big storm,”

There had been a massive summer storm in the past two months - it was why you’d agreed to take this stupid job in the first place. The tourist season had all but dried up and your usual seasonal take hadn’t been as large as past years. You shook your head though,

“I know you’re not from around here, so maybe you don’t know, but you can’t just take treasure from the merfolk, even if it has just washed up. They watch, and they wait, and-”

Brock talked over you again, waving his hand over your concerns like they meant nothing, “-and they take, yeah yeah, I’m no moron, I did my research. If they myths are true, you have to give them an exchange, or they’ll turn the water red with your blood,”

Okay. So they might just be able to get away with this probably fictional treasure, but still…

“Is that what the duffel bags are for?” You nodded behind you, “An exchange? What could you possibly offer to the merpeople?”

Brock’s smile changed in a way that made the hairs on your arm stand up, and you suddenly noticed that you were on your own on a deserted pier with a large group of men…

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, it’s nothing you need to worry about. Just human art that they like to stash in their underwear cave systems… so, are you in? This won’t work without you,”

The empty bank balance waiting for you was unfortunately what made your mind up, and you turned to look over the sparkling water glinting in the mid morning sunlight as you nodded, 

“I want ten percent of whatever you find, on top of what you’ve already paid, or you can find another guide who’s stupid enough to do this for you. I wouldn’t wait long though. If you’re right, that treasure won’t stay there long,”

Brock laughed, agreed to your terms easily. Perhaps too easily. You barely noticed though. You’d caught the eyes of the blonde man, so much taller and more beautiful than the other mercenaries on your boat. His eyes shone at you, glowing blue and green and gold. 

The journey would take nearly five hours, but at least now you knew what these people were really doing, so you didn’t have to try and entertain them with touristy information dumps, or witty banter. Brock gave you the coordinates, and went off with his men to the other end of the boat, leaving you to navigate alone with your thoughts. Well, you thought you were alone, until the blonde man appeared at your side. He didn’t say anything, those eyes that mirrored the sea on a bright summer's day locked on the ocean ahead of you. The wind brought his scent to you, salt and brine and something masculine and musky. It made your mouth water, and that was before he started talking,

Low, smooth, deep. Like the tide. Powerful, it could drag you under-

“I’m Steve,”

You blinked, looking down at the golden skinned, long fingered hand that reached out to grasp yours. You meet Steve’s gaze as you clasped your palm against his, a jolt going through you at the contact that you hoped he didn’t notice,

“I-I’m Y/N,”

“Y/N…” Steve’s eyes travelled over your form, and you turned your head away quickly, cheeks burning under his scrutiny, “you are a pretty thing though… Rumlow did say you would be…” you narrow your eyes at the murmured and dubious compliment. You had no idea why your looks would interest this man, but you didn’t care to find out in the middle of the ocean surrounded by a group of men who’d lied to you. The scent of the sea grew stronger as Steve drew closer, you kept your eyes on the calm blue waters, and-

“Come another step closer, and I’ll use you for chum,” your right hand had dropped to your pocket as Steve had come up behind you, and now your handy switchblade was pointing behind you and directly into the crotch of the man who was bizarrely trying to crowd you against the wheel, “I would move away, this knife is sharp enough to cut through shark skin, it’ll have no issues with your pants and whatever little excuse is hanging between your legs,”

Steve chuckled darkly, but he did immediately let go of your shoulders - his hands strangely light, you hadn’t even noticed they had been on you - and you turned to face him as he backed up and away,

“Don’t be mad, little Siren. You call to me, as you always have. I know now that you aren’t easy prey. It will make later so much more fun,”

His voice. The deep, melodic tone to it… your arm was straight out in front of you, holding the blade aloft… the way the sun backed the man, casting him in a golden glow, the light reflecting off the water on him… 

“Hey!” Brock suddenly ran up, pushed Steve back, he’d come right back up to your personal space as he’d talked and you hadn’t even noticed, “What’d I say, huh? After the treasure is ours! And not a second before!”

You blinked rapidly, it was like you were coming up for air after a long swim, everything looked and sounded far away, you could barely comprehend the bizarre sentence that Brock Rumlow had just spat at the golden haired asshole who just attacked you…

“I will keep my bargain, Rumlow, but you may wish to hurry. My patience will only last so long. Remember it is you that needs me,” With that, Steve smiled at you, a small smile that somehow still reached his eyes, “until later, my sweet Siren,” and he waved.

You ignored Brock as he bumbled through what sounded like an inept apology, instead you stared after Steve, as he walked to the other end of the boat and disappeared from sight. It had to have been a trick of the light. His hand had appeared webbed as he’d waved at you. You jerk out of your confused musings as you hear a splash, and you push past Brock who grabs your upper arm,

“What was that? Have you thrown something overboard?!”

Brock looked furious for a split second, but his eyes were down the other end where Steve had disappeared and not on you, “I uhhh… one of my guys must’ve done that. Sorry, sweetheart,”

Anger - bright and beautiful - jolted through you at his weak explanation, and you jerked your arm out of his hold, “Okay, new rules! Keep you and your mens fucking hands off me, do you understand?”

“I-”

“Don’t throw anything overboard, okay? I don’t need fines on top of this absolute shit show of a day, or to get my license taken away,”

“You won’t-”

“And lastly,” you push at Brock's considerable chest, “you had better keep that jerk down in the hold and away from me. I don’t know what his deal is, but-”

Brock interrupted you this time, “I ain't got no clue, sweetheart,” he didn’t sound quite like he meant that, but he met your eyes regardless, his voice gruff, “he’s not one of my men. He’s, well… he’s how we found out about the treasure,”

The water glinted in your peripheral vision, a flash in the distance, like something broke the surface caught your eye in the distance, but there was nothing there when you looked,

“He knew about the treasure?” Your heart thumped behind your rib cage, “Mr Rumlow, what have you done, what if-”

“He’s not merfolk,” Brock seemed to read your mind, his eyes out on the water now as well, “I checked. Well… I might’ve pushed the guy into the sea,”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart rate did slow down a little. No one knew for certain, but the rumour that merfolk could only appear human until they hit the water seemed to be accepted as fact in most Legend coastal towns. Turning away from the water, you gripped the wheel again,

“And he didn’t grow a tail?”

“No. He’s just a pushy, creepy treasure hunter, that’s all,” again Brock didn’t meet your eyes as he turned to head back down, “but that’s okay, I’m one too, and you have my word that nothing bad will happen to you, once we’ve found the treasure. You’ll get your share.”

You could turn back. You knew that. Why risk the wrath of the merpeople for some treasure that didn’t belong to you?

You sigh inwardly, thoughts full of cool blue water, emerald green coves, and warm golden skies. You thought of Steve’s beautiful eyes and lyrical voice. And you think of that empty bank, and the red RENT DUE letters that would come for you over the coming months if you didn’t get money in soon.

“I want to apologise,”

You spin away from the wheel, and turn to face Steve who had silently appeared at your back hours later. You were close to the caves, and you had to be careful, the area was not always safe for boats, the very last thing you needed was to be distracted and somehow end up crashing on the rocks. You look the man and up and down and shrug easily, 

“Fine, Thank you,”

“You like the sea, I can tell,” he leans against the railing to your left, the rock formations at his back, it makes the gold of his hair gleam even more starkly against the dark backdrop. You shrug again, 

“Of course I like the sea, it’s how I make my living,”

“Yes, but you would make it your home too,”

A snort escapes before you can stop it, “Like that could ever happen,” Steve seems to smile in your peripheral vision, 

“You would like a way to stay in the sea?”

Your eyes roll heavenward, before finally you turn to Steve, your voice as even as you could make it considering you wanted to throw things at him, “I love the sea, I always have, but it’s not where I would make my home. It doesn’t belong to people like me, or to people like you,”

“Like me?”

“You’re a treasure hunter. You take, where you should just leave things alone,” your fingers gripped the wheel tighter, the leather creaked under your fingers, “I’ve heard too many stories to think that anything like that could end well,” you hear Steve’s chuckle, low and sensual, but you turn away again before you can meet his eyes, 

“Ah, so you do believe that mermen live in these caves,”

“I don’t ‘believe’” you snap, ignoring the frown that suddenly formed on his face, “the Legends aren’t some myth, like a unicorn, or leprechauns, they’re real, and they’re deadly. If I had known, if Rumlow had told me, then I would never have agreed to this. I would have moved inland and started over, like a normal person,”

“You could just turn back, little Siren,” the voice coming at you was harder somehow, no tease, no lyrical tone, just cold, “if you think the creatures that live in these waters are capable of the bloodshed you think, why anger them?”

“Because I don’t want to turn back, okay? I don’t want to live away from the sea, I don’t want to give up on my chance of-” you cut yourself off to a growing smile from the man next to you, and shook your head, “I just want to get this over with,”

“You want to meet one, don’t you?”

You hadn’t noticed before, but there was a growing puddle of water around Steve, as if he was soaked through, the sun glancing off the small puddle was the only notice you had, but before you could say anything about why he was wet, your navigation dinged, and you look towards the large cave next to you, 

“We’re here,”

“Yes. Careful now, Siren, you can sail through, but the waters can get choppy,” Steve moved closer to you, the coolness of his body, the sea salt scent of him…

“H-how did you know about this place?” Your fingers trembled, Steve was at your back again, but this time your knife wasn’t in your hands, “How did you know-”

“We don’t take, not unless something is taken from us first, little Siren,” his arms were either side of you now, steering the boat as your head rested against his shoulder, the music of his voice finally ensnaring you, “these men want treasure, well so do I. I need a breeding partner, and I have watched you for an earth's cycle,”

“You…?”

“Rumlow will take his treasure… then I will take mine,”

You’d heard about Siren’s before, of course, The females with sweet singing voices who would lure sailors out to sea, seduce them into their arms, and swiftly drown them in the water. It was why the people in your coastal town were warned to ignore singing if they ever heard it on the waves, one weak moment would have you becoming prey to the Legends, and no one wanted to be a corpse on the sand. You knew this, you knew all the stories, but no one had ever warned that just a voice in your ear could put you under a spell. Steve’s low voice, soothing and strong like the tide that brought him to you, it rang in your head, clearing out all resistance to him. When Brock and his team climbed into the smaller boat to go deeper into the caves, Steve took your hand and manoeuvred you to sit next to him, and you did nothing to stop him.

He was surprisingly cool on the bench next to you as Brock took all of you out to the caves. You knew now what Steve was, he had no body heat, his voice had hypnotised you, and he was bringing men out to their deaths, you just couldn’t understand why. He had said it was for you, that he had watched you for a year, and he had decided you would be his breeding partner, but that wasn’t what you wanted… was it? His hand lay on your thigh, his voice keeping you enthralled as he whispered in your ear, 

“You can’t escape me, Siren. I wouldn’t try,”

“I’m not going to,” speaking out was like trying to walk underwater, difficult and unnatural, “I don’t-”

“Shh, we are almost there,” you passed into the caves, and Steve’s eyes glowed that inhuman and beautiful colour, “they will take what doesn’t belong to them, and then…” his hand moved higher up your leg, warmth bloomed inside you immediately, “then it will be my turn to take what is mine,”

Your blink is slow as Brock stops the boat, and he and his men dive into the water, “You don’t have a tail… Rumlow…”

“My kind are more adept at pretending to be human when it suits our needs, Siren. Rumlow pushed me in the water, I simply didn’t let him see my true form. You will though, when I mate with you,”

Your breath was choppy, the men surrounding you in the water taking orders from Brock who was given directions from Steve, “There really is treasure?”

“Of course, I am no liar… but these men will not benefit from it. It does not belong to them,”

The water in the caves was so clear you could see the men swimming underneath the boat, darting this way and that like the small silver fish in the harbour you had moored your boat in. You watch like you’re in a dream, taking everything in and understanding none of it, even when Steve stood abruptly, removing his clothing in front of you. He was glorious, sleek and powerful… and wrong… you could see the scales on his torso, subtle and golden. He looked like a god, like Posiden come to life, and muted fear grew inside you. Your eyes darted back to the men in the water,

“Please…”

“They took what does not belong to them, Siren. Even you,”

“You wanted me,”

“Yes, I do,” he smiles, and you see his teeth are sharper now, his cheekbones more defined, a shimmer across his skin, and his eyes are mesmerising, bright in the gloom of the cave, “and they put you in danger to bring you to me, caring only for the money that stealing my kinds treasure will bring them,”

Steve is kneeling in front of you now, and you can just about manage a smile, “You are angry that they put me in danger, after you set this whole thing up just to get me?”

His finger is cold as it traces down your face, from temple to jaw line, “They would have lived if they had refused to use you, perhaps even made profit from my treasure. Instead they would let you be harmed by a Legend. They are not good men.” His attention is wrenched from you when Brock’s head appears out of the water, and in his hand is something gold and shiny,

“Got it! We’re gonna be so fucking rich!”

Steve pulled your face back to his, webbed fingers on your chin, and he pressed a kiss to your lips before you could say a thing to Brock to warn him, 

“Say nothing, and stay where you are. I will return,”

With that, Steve stood, and dived into the water. You meet the surprised eyes of Brock, words of warning choked in your throat, and watch helplessly as he is pulled down below, and soon the blue and green glow is replaced with red. You can’t hear them well, but you do hear distant gurgled screams, and at one point one of the men try to throw themselves out of the water and into the boat, but a webbed hand drags them back down.

It’s quiet after a while. No more thrashing. No more screaming. Even the water is clearing from red to pink, and slowly back to blue and grey.

The sun is setting. You’re cold, but you can’t move. Steve had told you to stay. 

You hear a splash in the dark, you can’t see anything, heart thumping you try to call out, but the words die in your throat. Steve had told you to say nothing.

The water is calm now, like there aren’t bodies floating in it. Golden eyes in the water stare out at you from further in the cave, swimming closer, closer…

Steve is otherworldly beautiful as his head rises from the water, big blue eyes, glowing gold, shining green stare at you eagerly as he pulls himself to cling to the edge of the boat. His hair is almost black, plastered back from his face, golden scales glitter silver in the moonlight, and his sharp teeth glitter as he opens his mouth, 

“Come in to the water to me, Siren,”

You do as you’re told, the merman’s compulsion over you complete and total. Your legs go over the side first, the water cold but you barely feel it. That unblinking gaze of his, you’re warm inside from it, almost too hot within your clothing. The water is a blessing as you fall into it, the gasp that leaves your lips echoes across the walls of the cave. Steve swims closer to you, his tail is almost invisible in the low light as it cuts through the water, disappointment slices through you sharply, but then he’s pulling you through the water and to the rocks along the side.

You think you might feel fear as you remember what Steve had said to you about mating with you, but even through the haze of his voice's compulsion you can’t lie to yourself. The fear comes from the unknown of how a mermen might mate with a human, but not because you were actually afraid of him doing that to you.

You wanted him. You would want him still when his voice’s power wore off. 

There’s a terrifying, and arousing, amount of power in his touch as Steve takes you by the waist and lifts you partially out of the water, resting you against the rocks so you’re only submerged from the waist down. His smile is slightly more human as he pulls himself out enough to crowd you against the rocks, his otherworldly face close enough to yours you could lick out to taste scales skin if you wanted.

You did want… and so you did. Steve’s smile grew wider as you moaned in the back of your throat at the taste of him, salt and seaweed and foam. The sea given life.

“Your tongue is as eager as mine, Siren,” webbed fingers hold your chin so he can meet your eyes, “lift your arms over your head, do not drop them,” he waits as you do so, and then takes the hem of your sopping wet top and starts to push it up and over your stomach and higher, until it’s pulled off completely, leaving you in the sports bra you’d chosen to wear for the long day. The wet fabric was molded to your chest, your nipples outlined clearly. They were sensitive, pebbled tighter immediately when Steve ran a clawed finger in circles over them,

“Human females have such beautifully formed bodies. Our own females are also beautiful, but, well, they are not so tempting to play with as you are…” he tore through the bra easily, leaving you naked from the waist up, “Gods, such a delectable female you are,”

His mouth was colder than the water as it closed over one breast and sucked eagerly, sharp teeth closed over your nipple just hard enough to sting, but his tongue soothed the pain… he did this over and over until you were writhing against him, your fingertips sore from scrabbling against the rocks over your head. He grinned against your chest, long fingers going to the fabric of your pants and slowly tearing them away too,

“Do you know what my favourite part of being as I am is, little Siren?” Steve holds your gaze as you shake your head, uncaring as the last of your clothing is pulled away and your legs spread around his wide shoulders. Steve’s fingers glide over yours calves, your thighs, and up towards your naked cunt, hidden under the near black water, where he touches you with fingers made of ice that nonetheless make you burn,

“My favourite thing is that I can pleasure a female, and not come up for air, even after she screams and begs me to stop,” gills appear on his neck, across his ribs, your desire mixes with the water as Steve uses his fingers to open you wide, “don’t scream for me to stop, little Siren. I’ll be inside you when you wake from this pleasure.”

He goes beneath the waves, his mouth closes over your clit, and you fight every instinct you have to scream his name to the heavens you can no longer see. 

You feel the sun before you feel anything else. Warm and gentle across your water cooled skin, it soothes the bone deep ache that’s becoming more and more intense. Then you feel the rocks under your chest, the sting from the friction as-

Then you feel him, inside you, thrusting with a powerful languidness that made your toes curl, and a groan escape before you could even think to stop it,

“Shhh, little Siren, you were made for me, you feel perfect,” fingers reach around your front, one hand closes around your throat, the other gently squeezes your clit between two fingers… applying pressure, then releasing…

“Steve…” the water is at your waist, Steve curling himself over you so you can no longer feel the sun, “… I-” your words cut off as another orgasm takes over you. You can’t remember any past the first four, when Steve had taken your wrists and forced them to your sides as he’d continued to ravage you with his mouth.

Now, he was inside you as he’d promised, his tail wrapped around your ankles, keeping your legs closed and his cock nestled deep inside you. Pain - sharp and laced with pleasure - rocked through you when his teeth sank into your neck when he came. He twitched inside you, his tongue soothing over the deep bite,

“This next part will hurt, Siren, but only for a moment. It is for your own good,” with that, Steve didn’t give you a chance to respond, he just pulled you under the water.

The salt water.

The blood still flowing from your wound stopped immediately as the salt hit the broken skin, you almost passed out again, but you couldn’t, not when you finally saw Steve under the water in all his sunlit glory.

He was like an angel, hair whipping around his head like a halo. His body was mesmerising, golden and strong, the gills and scales only enhanced the savage beauty of him. And then there was his tail.

Long, powerful, a deep royal blue with silver fins and an almost red iridescent sheen to the scales. His cock stood out at the front, almost like a human males, but not the same at all… it seemed to shrink back into the upper half of his tail, and then he brought you back to the surface, taking you to the flat rocks that he’d been fucking you on and laying you out in the sun. The water flowed over you briefly as he came to lie next to you, his beautiful body right there for you to touch, to hold, to kiss…

Steve caught your wrist as you go to touch him, brining your palm to his mouth to kiss it with a gentleness that made your heart clench,

“You are mine now, Siren, you do understand that?”

You frown, Steve’s face and body changing as he dried so he looked like a gorgeous human man with legs - and an impressive human cock - and you nod your head slowly. You could feel him inside you, and not just his seed, or his compulsion, but…

“You’re mine too though, aren’t you?” Steve nods his head slowly, damp golden hair falling forward over his forehead, “So why can’t I touch you?”

“You can, but only when you’ve agreed to what I want from you,”

“It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?” Your voice is calm, even as Steve shifts over you, parting your legs so he can cover your body, his cock nudging at your entrance, which he guides home inside you in one long stroke. He feels different this way, thicker and hotter, but perhaps not quite as long. Your back arches, pushing your breasts into his chest, and he crushes you to him, one arm under your lower back, and his other hand holding your wrists over your head.

Your merman likes control over you.

“You are mine, you can’t escape me. I will be at your side when you are on land, and should you try to escape, I will Call to you,” he thrusts a few more times, rolling his hips in a way that grinds his pubic bone against your clit, “you will always submit to me… and I will submit to you as well,”

“I can go on land?” You try to free your hands, but Steve is strong, easily holds you captive as he dips his head to suck at your breast, fucking you relentlessly, “I thought-”

“You can’t stay at sea, though my bite does give you some prolonged ability to stay underwater should I need you to, such as when you birth my first child,” more thrusts, and then he’s rolling you to your front, his palm a cold sting against the flesh of your ass when he slaps it, “I do love your body, this particular area already holds my fascination,” teeth nip at the now warm skin, his tongue dips between your cheeks to briefly press against your back passage, but then he’s raising your hips and pushing inside you again.

A groan leaves your lips as he pulls you back against his chest, one index and ring finger pulling your lower lips apart so his middle fingers can circle your clit. His free hand goes to your throat, holding you against him,

“I like your boat, and the things it can do for my people. You can keep your life, or as much as I desire you to keep at any rate. Then you shall stay at sea where I can access you, and you will help bring my people the hunters who seek to harm us.”

“You’ll kill them?”

“Of course. We are not merciful, and those who seek to destroy the ocean, or capture our females for their own pleasure will suffer our wrath,” The irony of this statement as he has forcefully turned you into his mate - even if you did want him - wasn’t lost on you. 

You come again, it’s almost painful the way his fingers wring the sensation from you, and then he’s pulling out, and walking around to your front on powerful human legs, and bringing your face to his crotch, pushing himself into your mouth,

“I do love this method of pleasure as well. It feels better underwater with my true form, but this will do for now.”

You gag around him, and push your now free hands against his thighs so he pulls out of your throat, looking down on you with blue green eyes that aren’t human and would never be,

“Am I like you? If I can stay underwater?” The idea intrigued you, and the memory of his beautiful, almost alien looking cock made your cunt throb in pleasure, “I would like to-”

“We are not vampires or werewolves who can change a human with a bite… this is more an infection that changes just enough cells, but nothing more. You will not become a mermaid, my love, as I will never be a man,” Steve presses down on your jaw and you take him in your mouth once again.

“My little Siren. I will love you, and protect you… until the end of your days…”

You swallowed your merman down hungrily. And when he swam with you back to your boat still anchored by the caves, you let him have you on the deck, and in the cabin, and in the water again as the sun set and the moon rose.

You vowed to do what was needed for your merman to endure his people’s safety. They were yours now, and whereas before you would never let people take advantage of your business to harm the merfolk, you would welcome it now. Steve and his family would be there, and they would drag them down to the depths where they belonged. All with your help.

[lokirogersgirl]

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧…

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟔𝟏𝟗𝟗

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 (𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭). 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲. 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫), 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫), 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲. 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐈 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 @navybrat817 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 <𝟑

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 @suzs-fic-library 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

You’d grown up near the ocean, so the Legends of Merpeople were constant as you grew up. The females would lure men out to sea with their beautiful voices, slaughtering them for harming the vulnerable, and the males would kill men who posed harm to their way of life. They lived in vast cities under the oceans, they didn’t have colonies on land, and when they did come to shore it was to steal breeding partners, both willing and unwilling. No one knew for sure what these creatures were capable of, just that they were inhumanly beautiful and if you saw them, it would be the last thing you ever did.

A part of you had always wanted to see one, it was the secret reason why you’d started your little boating business during the tourist season, taking sightseers out around the caves that dotted your coastline, to view the dolphins and seals that lived there. You knew the chance of seeing a merperson was slim to none, you hadn’t done anything to warrant their wrath, nor did you want to… but the thought of one day seeing one of their tails emerge from the water gave you hope. And if you were able to get footage of that, it could help sell your business further.

That was your dream though. One that fuelled you on your solo trips. You would never allow anyone to use your business to take advantage of the merpeople. The Legends were to be respected, or your own life would be forfeit.

The bachelors party booking was something new, usually it was families, or young couples, or even the odd local who knew and trusted you and just wanted to go out on the water that came to your scheduled excursion times, however the phone call offer wasn’t one you felt you could refuse,

“Could you take my guys and I out for the day, sweetheart? We’re just hoping for some rays and beers, and even if we give you a tip, you’re still cheaper than hiring our own boat out,” the voice has been raspy, like he’d had a lifetime of shouting out orders, or smoking, or both, you’d been ready to tell him that that’s not what you did, but then he’d offered a figure and…

“I suppose I can accommodate that, Mr…?”

“Rumlow, sweetheart. Brock Rumlow,”

“Okay, Mr Rumlow,” you’d shrugged and confirmed the booking, taking a deposit over the phone, “I can send you the best routes, and the best places for the most beautiful views if you could give me your-”

“No that’s okay, sweetheart, I have a map of the area on the island I’d like you to go to,”

“Oh,” you’d blinked at that, “w-well, I usually don’t-”

“You already took my money,” a dark laugh, “I could take it back, but that's a hassle, all you have to do is say yes, it’s not a big deal,”

It wasn’t, not really, but there were certain areas that were common knowledge not to go near. It wasn’t confirmed, but the north side of your island was rumoured to be closest to the merpeople’s home. Of course, as they lived deep under the sea, ‘closeness’ was a relative term. You sighed inwardly,

“Any particular reason you want to travel to the north side of the island? It’s not a route I usually take, Mr Rumlow, as I’m sure you know there’s likely-”

“- we’re not hunting mermaids, don’t worry,” he laughed at the implication, “I looked up all the local legends, I just want to give my guy a trip that he won’t forget, you understand that, right?” 

You did, but still, why the north side? It meant the sun wouldn’t be as good, which was apparently a big part of the reason why he wanted the boat to begin with. You stressed that to him, and he just chuckled,

“It’s just the side of the island I want to take my buddy, what’s with the Spanish Inquisition? I can just take my business elsewhere if it’s a real problem for you, sweetheart,”

You thought of your bank account on another inward sigh. What was the worst that could happen?

“No, it’s no problem, Mr Rumlow. I will see you and your friends in a week,”

The group that arrived all looked the same. Tall men with dark hair and dark eyes, dressed in dark clothes and demeanours as black as everything else. Brock Rumlow introduced himself immediately, and you tried to return the man’s smile but you found your usual gold rated customer service greeting had died within you at the look of the duffle bags they had brought with them,

“Fishing equipment?”

The dark brown eyes of the man glowed with amusement as he glanced over the two remaining men boarding your boat - the last was a tall and blonde man who looked oddly out of place, but you didn’t get a chance to look closely before Brock Rumlow answered, 

“No, sweetheart, I told you, we’re not here hunting mermaids,”

“There’s mermen as well, you know,” you answered snarkily, the laughter of the blonde man at your back, lyrical and deep… but then Brock barked out a harder laugh that broke the suddenly weaved spell,

“Yeah but we ain’t hunting them either, I’m not suicidal,” Brock smiled, “okay so fine, I wasn’t exactly truthful with you, this isn’t a bachelor party,”

“No?” Your voice dripped sarcasm, which pulled another chuckle from the mystery man at your back, Brock however just rolled his eyes,

“No, but we are all friends. Scouts Honour!” He held up his fingers in a salute that had you rolling your eyes, “Look, I just needed someone to take us where I want to go, and who can navigate the caves on the north shore,”

“The caves? Why?” Your eyes narrowed, “I told you that-”

“- and I just said I don’t give a fuck about the fish people, alright? I am, however, interested in their treasure,” Brock crossed his arms across his chest, and shrugged, “the caves are rumoured to have over a million bucks worth of old merpeople treasure there, it washed up after the last big storm,”

There had been a massive summer storm in the past two months - it was why you’d agreed to take this stupid job in the first place. The tourist season had all but dried up and your usual seasonal take hadn’t been as large as past years. You shook your head though,

“I know you’re not from around here, so maybe you don’t know, but you can’t just take treasure from the merfolk, even if it has just washed up. They watch, and they wait, and-”

Brock talked over you again, waving his hand over your concerns like they meant nothing, “-and they take, yeah yeah, I’m no moron, I did my research. If they myths are true, you have to give them an exchange, or they’ll turn the water red with your blood,”

Okay. So they might just be able to get away with this probably fictional treasure, but still…

“Is that what the duffel bags are for?” You nodded behind you, “An exchange? What could you possibly offer to the merpeople?”

Brock’s smile changed in a way that made the hairs on your arm stand up, and you suddenly noticed that you were on your own on a deserted pier with a large group of men…

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, it’s nothing you need to worry about. Just human art that they like to stash in their underwear cave systems… so, are you in? This won’t work without you,”

The empty bank balance waiting for you was unfortunately what made your mind up, and you turned to look over the sparkling water glinting in the mid morning sunlight as you nodded, 

“I want ten percent of whatever you find, on top of what you’ve already paid, or you can find another guide who’s stupid enough to do this for you. I wouldn’t wait long though. If you’re right, that treasure won’t stay there long,”

Brock laughed, agreed to your terms easily. Perhaps too easily. You barely noticed though. You’d caught the eyes of the blonde man, so much taller and more beautiful than the other mercenaries on your boat. His eyes shone at you, glowing blue and green and gold. 

The journey would take nearly five hours, but at least now you knew what these people were really doing, so you didn’t have to try and entertain them with touristy information dumps, or witty banter. Brock gave you the coordinates, and went off with his men to the other end of the boat, leaving you to navigate alone with your thoughts. Well, you thought you were alone, until the blonde man appeared at your side. He didn’t say anything, those eyes that mirrored the sea on a bright summer's day locked on the ocean ahead of you. The wind brought his scent to you, salt and brine and something masculine and musky. It made your mouth water, and that was before he started talking,

Low, smooth, deep. Like the tide. Powerful, it could drag you under-

“I’m Steve,”

You blinked, looking down at the golden skinned, long fingered hand that reached out to grasp yours. You meet Steve’s gaze as you clasped your palm against his, a jolt going through you at the contact that you hoped he didn’t notice,

“I-I’m Y/N,”

“Y/N…” Steve’s eyes travelled over your form, and you turned your head away quickly, cheeks burning under his scrutiny, “you are a pretty thing though… Rumlow did say you would be…” you narrow your eyes at the murmured and dubious compliment. You had no idea why your looks would interest this man, but you didn’t care to find out in the middle of the ocean surrounded by a group of men who’d lied to you. The scent of the sea grew stronger as Steve drew closer, you kept your eyes on the calm blue waters, and-

“Come another step closer, and I’ll use you for chum,” your right hand had dropped to your pocket as Steve had come up behind you, and now your handy switchblade was pointing behind you and directly into the crotch of the man who was bizarrely trying to crowd you against the wheel, “I would move away, this knife is sharp enough to cut through shark skin, it’ll have no issues with your pants and whatever little excuse is hanging between your legs,”

Steve chuckled darkly, but he did immediately let go of your shoulders - his hands strangely light, you hadn’t even noticed they had been on you - and you turned to face him as he backed up and away,

“Don’t be mad, little Siren. You call to me, as you always have. I know now that you aren’t easy prey. It will make later so much more fun,”

His voice. The deep, melodic tone to it… your arm was straight out in front of you, holding the blade aloft… the way the sun backed the man, casting him in a golden glow, the light reflecting off the water on him… 

“Hey!” Brock suddenly ran up, pushed Steve back, he’d come right back up to your personal space as he’d talked and you hadn’t even noticed, “What’d I say, huh? After the treasure is ours! And not a second before!”

You blinked rapidly, it was like you were coming up for air after a long swim, everything looked and sounded far away, you could barely comprehend the bizarre sentence that Brock Rumlow had just spat at the golden haired asshole who just attacked you…

“I will keep my bargain, Rumlow, but you may wish to hurry. My patience will only last so long. Remember it is you that needs me,” With that, Steve smiled at you, a small smile that somehow still reached his eyes, “until later, my sweet Siren,” and he waved.

You ignored Brock as he bumbled through what sounded like an inept apology, instead you stared after Steve, as he walked to the other end of the boat and disappeared from sight. It had to have been a trick of the light. His hand had appeared webbed as he’d waved at you. You jerk out of your confused musings as you hear a splash, and you push past Brock who grabs your upper arm,

“What was that? Have you thrown something overboard?!”

Brock looked furious for a split second, but his eyes were down the other end where Steve had disappeared and not on you, “I uhhh… one of my guys must’ve done that. Sorry, sweetheart,”

Anger - bright and beautiful - jolted through you at his weak explanation, and you jerked your arm out of his hold, “Okay, new rules! Keep you and your mens fucking hands off me, do you understand?”

“I-”

“Don’t throw anything overboard, okay? I don’t need fines on top of this absolute shit show of a day, or to get my license taken away,”

“You won’t-”

“And lastly,” you push at Brock's considerable chest, “you had better keep that jerk down in the hold and away from me. I don’t know what his deal is, but-”

Brock interrupted you this time, “I ain't got no clue, sweetheart,” he didn’t sound quite like he meant that, but he met your eyes regardless, his voice gruff, “he’s not one of my men. He’s, well… he’s how we found out about the treasure,”

The water glinted in your peripheral vision, a flash in the distance, like something broke the surface caught your eye in the distance, but there was nothing there when you looked,

“He knew about the treasure?” Your heart thumped behind your rib cage, “Mr Rumlow, what have you done, what if-”

“He’s not merfolk,” Brock seemed to read your mind, his eyes out on the water now as well, “I checked. Well… I might’ve pushed the guy into the sea,”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart rate did slow down a little. No one knew for certain, but the rumour that merfolk could only appear human until they hit the water seemed to be accepted as fact in most Legend coastal towns. Turning away from the water, you gripped the wheel again,

“And he didn’t grow a tail?”

“No. He’s just a pushy, creepy treasure hunter, that’s all,” again Brock didn’t meet your eyes as he turned to head back down, “but that’s okay, I’m one too, and you have my word that nothing bad will happen to you, once we’ve found the treasure. You’ll get your share.”

You could turn back. You knew that. Why risk the wrath of the merpeople for some treasure that didn’t belong to you?

You sigh inwardly, thoughts full of cool blue water, emerald green coves, and warm golden skies. You thought of Steve’s beautiful eyes and lyrical voice. And you think of that empty bank, and the red RENT DUE letters that would come for you over the coming months if you didn’t get money in soon.

“I want to apologise,”

You spin away from the wheel, and turn to face Steve who had silently appeared at your back hours later. You were close to the caves, and you had to be careful, the area was not always safe for boats, the very last thing you needed was to be distracted and somehow end up crashing on the rocks. You look the man and up and down and shrug easily, 

“Fine, Thank you,”

“You like the sea, I can tell,” he leans against the railing to your left, the rock formations at his back, it makes the gold of his hair gleam even more starkly against the dark backdrop. You shrug again, 

“Of course I like the sea, it’s how I make my living,”

“Yes, but you would make it your home too,”

A snort escapes before you can stop it, “Like that could ever happen,” Steve seems to smile in your peripheral vision, 

“You would like a way to stay in the sea?”

Your eyes roll heavenward, before finally you turn to Steve, your voice as even as you could make it considering you wanted to throw things at him, “I love the sea, I always have, but it’s not where I would make my home. It doesn’t belong to people like me, or to people like you,”

“Like me?”

“You’re a treasure hunter. You take, where you should just leave things alone,” your fingers gripped the wheel tighter, the leather creaked under your fingers, “I’ve heard too many stories to think that anything like that could end well,” you hear Steve’s chuckle, low and sensual, but you turn away again before you can meet his eyes, 

“Ah, so you do believe that mermen live in these caves,”

“I don’t ‘believe’” you snap, ignoring the frown that suddenly formed on his face, “the Legends aren’t some myth, like a unicorn, or leprechauns, they’re real, and they’re deadly. If I had known, if Rumlow had told me, then I would never have agreed to this. I would have moved inland and started over, like a normal person,”

“You could just turn back, little Siren,” the voice coming at you was harder somehow, no tease, no lyrical tone, just cold, “if you think the creatures that live in these waters are capable of the bloodshed you think, why anger them?”

“Because I don’t want to turn back, okay? I don’t want to live away from the sea, I don’t want to give up on my chance of-” you cut yourself off to a growing smile from the man next to you, and shook your head, “I just want to get this over with,”

“You want to meet one, don’t you?”

You hadn’t noticed before, but there was a growing puddle of water around Steve, as if he was soaked through, the sun glancing off the small puddle was the only notice you had, but before you could say anything about why he was wet, your navigation dinged, and you look towards the large cave next to you, 

“We’re here,”

“Yes. Careful now, Siren, you can sail through, but the waters can get choppy,” Steve moved closer to you, the coolness of his body, the sea salt scent of him…

“H-how did you know about this place?” Your fingers trembled, Steve was at your back again, but this time your knife wasn’t in your hands, “How did you know-”

“We don’t take, not unless something is taken from us first, little Siren,” his arms were either side of you now, steering the boat as your head rested against his shoulder, the music of his voice finally ensnaring you, “these men want treasure, well so do I. I need a breeding partner, and I have watched you for an earth's cycle,”

“You…?”

“Rumlow will take his treasure… then I will take mine,”

You’d heard about Siren’s before, of course, The females with sweet singing voices who would lure sailors out to sea, seduce them into their arms, and swiftly drown them in the water. It was why the people in your coastal town were warned to ignore singing if they ever heard it on the waves, one weak moment would have you becoming prey to the Legends, and no one wanted to be a corpse on the sand. You knew this, you knew all the stories, but no one had ever warned that just a voice in your ear could put you under a spell. Steve’s low voice, soothing and strong like the tide that brought him to you, it rang in your head, clearing out all resistance to him. When Brock and his team climbed into the smaller boat to go deeper into the caves, Steve took your hand and manoeuvred you to sit next to him, and you did nothing to stop him.

He was surprisingly cool on the bench next to you as Brock took all of you out to the caves. You knew now what Steve was, he had no body heat, his voice had hypnotised you, and he was bringing men out to their deaths, you just couldn’t understand why. He had said it was for you, that he had watched you for a year, and he had decided you would be his breeding partner, but that wasn’t what you wanted… was it? His hand lay on your thigh, his voice keeping you enthralled as he whispered in your ear, 

“You can’t escape me, Siren. I wouldn’t try,”

“I’m not going to,” speaking out was like trying to walk underwater, difficult and unnatural, “I don’t-”

“Shh, we are almost there,” you passed into the caves, and Steve’s eyes glowed that inhuman and beautiful colour, “they will take what doesn’t belong to them, and then…” his hand moved higher up your leg, warmth bloomed inside you immediately, “then it will be my turn to take what is mine,”

Your blink is slow as Brock stops the boat, and he and his men dive into the water, “You don’t have a tail… Rumlow…”

“My kind are more adept at pretending to be human when it suits our needs, Siren. Rumlow pushed me in the water, I simply didn’t let him see my true form. You will though, when I mate with you,”

Your breath was choppy, the men surrounding you in the water taking orders from Brock who was given directions from Steve, “There really is treasure?”

“Of course, I am no liar… but these men will not benefit from it. It does not belong to them,”

The water in the caves was so clear you could see the men swimming underneath the boat, darting this way and that like the small silver fish in the harbour you had moored your boat in. You watch like you’re in a dream, taking everything in and understanding none of it, even when Steve stood abruptly, removing his clothing in front of you. He was glorious, sleek and powerful… and wrong… you could see the scales on his torso, subtle and golden. He looked like a god, like Posiden come to life, and muted fear grew inside you. Your eyes darted back to the men in the water,

“Please…”

“They took what does not belong to them, Siren. Even you,”

“You wanted me,”

“Yes, I do,” he smiles, and you see his teeth are sharper now, his cheekbones more defined, a shimmer across his skin, and his eyes are mesmerising, bright in the gloom of the cave, “and they put you in danger to bring you to me, caring only for the money that stealing my kinds treasure will bring them,”

Steve is kneeling in front of you now, and you can just about manage a smile, “You are angry that they put me in danger, after you set this whole thing up just to get me?”

His finger is cold as it traces down your face, from temple to jaw line, “They would have lived if they had refused to use you, perhaps even made profit from my treasure. Instead they would let you be harmed by a Legend. They are not good men.” His attention is wrenched from you when Brock’s head appears out of the water, and in his hand is something gold and shiny,

“Got it! We’re gonna be so fucking rich!”

Steve pulled your face back to his, webbed fingers on your chin, and he pressed a kiss to your lips before you could say a thing to Brock to warn him, 

“Say nothing, and stay where you are. I will return,”

With that, Steve stood, and dived into the water. You meet the surprised eyes of Brock, words of warning choked in your throat, and watch helplessly as he is pulled down below, and soon the blue and green glow is replaced with red. You can’t hear them well, but you do hear distant gurgled screams, and at one point one of the men try to throw themselves out of the water and into the boat, but a webbed hand drags them back down.

It’s quiet after a while. No more thrashing. No more screaming. Even the water is clearing from red to pink, and slowly back to blue and grey.

The sun is setting. You’re cold, but you can’t move. Steve had told you to stay. 

You hear a splash in the dark, you can’t see anything, heart thumping you try to call out, but the words die in your throat. Steve had told you to say nothing.

The water is calm now, like there aren’t bodies floating in it. Golden eyes in the water stare out at you from further in the cave, swimming closer, closer…

Steve is otherworldly beautiful as his head rises from the water, big blue eyes, glowing gold, shining green stare at you eagerly as he pulls himself to cling to the edge of the boat. His hair is almost black, plastered back from his face, golden scales glitter silver in the moonlight, and his sharp teeth glitter as he opens his mouth, 

“Come in to the water to me, Siren,”

You do as you’re told, the merman’s compulsion over you complete and total. Your legs go over the side first, the water cold but you barely feel it. That unblinking gaze of his, you’re warm inside from it, almost too hot within your clothing. The water is a blessing as you fall into it, the gasp that leaves your lips echoes across the walls of the cave. Steve swims closer to you, his tail is almost invisible in the low light as it cuts through the water, disappointment slices through you sharply, but then he’s pulling you through the water and to the rocks along the side.

You think you might feel fear as you remember what Steve had said to you about mating with you, but even through the haze of his voice's compulsion you can’t lie to yourself. The fear comes from the unknown of how a mermen might mate with a human, but not because you were actually afraid of him doing that to you.

You wanted him. You would want him still when his voice’s power wore off. 

There’s a terrifying, and arousing, amount of power in his touch as Steve takes you by the waist and lifts you partially out of the water, resting you against the rocks so you’re only submerged from the waist down. His smile is slightly more human as he pulls himself out enough to crowd you against the rocks, his otherworldly face close enough to yours you could lick out to taste scales skin if you wanted.

You did want… and so you did. Steve’s smile grew wider as you moaned in the back of your throat at the taste of him, salt and seaweed and foam. The sea given life.

“Your tongue is as eager as mine, Siren,” webbed fingers hold your chin so he can meet your eyes, “lift your arms over your head, do not drop them,” he waits as you do so, and then takes the hem of your sopping wet top and starts to push it up and over your stomach and higher, until it’s pulled off completely, leaving you in the sports bra you’d chosen to wear for the long day. The wet fabric was molded to your chest, your nipples outlined clearly. They were sensitive, pebbled tighter immediately when Steve ran a clawed finger in circles over them,

“Human females have such beautifully formed bodies. Our own females are also beautiful, but, well, they are not so tempting to play with as you are…” he tore through the bra easily, leaving you naked from the waist up, “Gods, such a delectable female you are,”

His mouth was colder than the water as it closed over one breast and sucked eagerly, sharp teeth closed over your nipple just hard enough to sting, but his tongue soothed the pain… he did this over and over until you were writhing against him, your fingertips sore from scrabbling against the rocks over your head. He grinned against your chest, long fingers going to the fabric of your pants and slowly tearing them away too,

“Do you know what my favourite part of being as I am is, little Siren?” Steve holds your gaze as you shake your head, uncaring as the last of your clothing is pulled away and your legs spread around his wide shoulders. Steve’s fingers glide over yours calves, your thighs, and up towards your naked cunt, hidden under the near black water, where he touches you with fingers made of ice that nonetheless make you burn,

“My favourite thing is that I can pleasure a female, and not come up for air, even after she screams and begs me to stop,” gills appear on his neck, across his ribs, your desire mixes with the water as Steve uses his fingers to open you wide, “don’t scream for me to stop, little Siren. I’ll be inside you when you wake from this pleasure.”

He goes beneath the waves, his mouth closes over your clit, and you fight every instinct you have to scream his name to the heavens you can no longer see. 

You feel the sun before you feel anything else. Warm and gentle across your water cooled skin, it soothes the bone deep ache that’s becoming more and more intense. Then you feel the rocks under your chest, the sting from the friction as-

Then you feel him, inside you, thrusting with a powerful languidness that made your toes curl, and a groan escape before you could even think to stop it,

“Shhh, little Siren, you were made for me, you feel perfect,” fingers reach around your front, one hand closes around your throat, the other gently squeezes your clit between two fingers… applying pressure, then releasing…

“Steve…” the water is at your waist, Steve curling himself over you so you can no longer feel the sun, “… I-” your words cut off as another orgasm takes over you. You can’t remember any past the first four, when Steve had taken your wrists and forced them to your sides as he’d continued to ravage you with his mouth.

Now, he was inside you as he’d promised, his tail wrapped around your ankles, keeping your legs closed and his cock nestled deep inside you. Pain - sharp and laced with pleasure - rocked through you when his teeth sank into your neck when he came. He twitched inside you, his tongue soothing over the deep bite,

“This next part will hurt, Siren, but only for a moment. It is for your own good,” with that, Steve didn’t give you a chance to respond, he just pulled you under the water.

The salt water.

The blood still flowing from your wound stopped immediately as the salt hit the broken skin, you almost passed out again, but you couldn’t, not when you finally saw Steve under the water in all his sunlit glory.

He was like an angel, hair whipping around his head like a halo. His body was mesmerising, golden and strong, the gills and scales only enhanced the savage beauty of him. And then there was his tail.

Long, powerful, a deep royal blue with silver fins and an almost red iridescent sheen to the scales. His cock stood out at the front, almost like a human males, but not the same at all… it seemed to shrink back into the upper half of his tail, and then he brought you back to the surface, taking you to the flat rocks that he’d been fucking you on and laying you out in the sun. The water flowed over you briefly as he came to lie next to you, his beautiful body right there for you to touch, to hold, to kiss…

Steve caught your wrist as you go to touch him, brining your palm to his mouth to kiss it with a gentleness that made your heart clench,

“You are mine now, Siren, you do understand that?”

You frown, Steve’s face and body changing as he dried so he looked like a gorgeous human man with legs - and an impressive human cock - and you nod your head slowly. You could feel him inside you, and not just his seed, or his compulsion, but…

“You’re mine too though, aren’t you?” Steve nods his head slowly, damp golden hair falling forward over his forehead, “So why can’t I touch you?”

“You can, but only when you’ve agreed to what I want from you,”

“It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?” Your voice is calm, even as Steve shifts over you, parting your legs so he can cover your body, his cock nudging at your entrance, which he guides home inside you in one long stroke. He feels different this way, thicker and hotter, but perhaps not quite as long. Your back arches, pushing your breasts into his chest, and he crushes you to him, one arm under your lower back, and his other hand holding your wrists over your head.

Your merman likes control over you.

“You are mine, you can’t escape me. I will be at your side when you are on land, and should you try to escape, I will Call to you,” he thrusts a few more times, rolling his hips in a way that grinds his pubic bone against your clit, “you will always submit to me… and I will submit to you as well,”

“I can go on land?” You try to free your hands, but Steve is strong, easily holds you captive as he dips his head to suck at your breast, fucking you relentlessly, “I thought-”

“You can’t stay at sea, though my bite does give you some prolonged ability to stay underwater should I need you to, such as when you birth my first child,” more thrusts, and then he’s rolling you to your front, his palm a cold sting against the flesh of your ass when he slaps it, “I do love your body, this particular area already holds my fascination,” teeth nip at the now warm skin, his tongue dips between your cheeks to briefly press against your back passage, but then he’s raising your hips and pushing inside you again.

A groan leaves your lips as he pulls you back against his chest, one index and ring finger pulling your lower lips apart so his middle fingers can circle your clit. His free hand goes to your throat, holding you against him,

“I like your boat, and the things it can do for my people. You can keep your life, or as much as I desire you to keep at any rate. Then you shall stay at sea where I can access you, and you will help bring my people the hunters who seek to harm us.”

“You’ll kill them?”

“Of course. We are not merciful, and those who seek to destroy the ocean, or capture our females for their own pleasure will suffer our wrath,” The irony of this statement as he has forcefully turned you into his mate - even if you did want him - wasn’t lost on you. 

You come again, it’s almost painful the way his fingers wring the sensation from you, and then he’s pulling out, and walking around to your front on powerful human legs, and bringing your face to his crotch, pushing himself into your mouth,

“I do love this method of pleasure as well. It feels better underwater with my true form, but this will do for now.”

You gag around him, and push your now free hands against his thighs so he pulls out of your throat, looking down on you with blue green eyes that aren’t human and would never be,

“Am I like you? If I can stay underwater?” The idea intrigued you, and the memory of his beautiful, almost alien looking cock made your cunt throb in pleasure, “I would like to-”

“We are not vampires or werewolves who can change a human with a bite… this is more an infection that changes just enough cells, but nothing more. You will not become a mermaid, my love, as I will never be a man,” Steve presses down on your jaw and you take him in your mouth once again.

“My little Siren. I will love you, and protect you… until the end of your days…”

You swallowed your merman down hungrily. And when he swam with you back to your boat still anchored by the caves, you let him have you on the deck, and in the cabin, and in the water again as the sun set and the moon rose.

You vowed to do what was needed for your merman to endure his people’s safety. They were yours now, and whereas before you would never let people take advantage of your business to harm the merfolk, you would welcome it now. Steve and his family would be there, and they would drag them down to the depths where they belonged. All with your help.

[lokirogersgirl]

Touch Starved

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Summary: This was inspired by a tweet and his gif I saw on twitter. You accidentally walk in on Bucky touching himself when he thinks he is alone. Turns out he is thinking about you. A/N: Unbeta'ed, so sorry for the mistakes! Warnings: NSFW but not that explicit. Word count: 1,379 words

The team had made a last minute decision to go out, but you weren’t in the mood to join them. It has been quite a while since you’d had some time to yourself, and you happily retreated to your quarters with a bag full of late-night snacks in tow.

The thought of having the living area all to yourself was oddly comforting. There was something incredibly liberating about walking through the quiet corridors alone. After carefully stashing your snacks in the kitchen, you glanced around the hallway to ensure no one was around. Satisfied that the coast was clear, you stepped out of your room wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of fluffy socks.

The polished floors gleamed under the fluorescent lights and begged you to indulge in one of your guilty pleasures: dancing and sliding across the freshly waxed surface. You were mid-slide, grinning to yourself like the Cheshire cat, when an unexpected groan pierced the silence.

The sound startled you, nearly making you lose your balance as you skidded to a stop. You scanned the corridor, heart pounding in our ears, as you tried to pin point the source of the noise.

You were met with silence for a few moments. Just as you had convinced yourself that your imagination was getting the best of you, you heard it again. Only this time, it was unmistakable— it sounded like your name.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of a crack in one of the doors. Immediately, you knew that it was the source of the sound. Approaching slowly, you realized that it was Bucky’s room.

Shit! You thought back to earlier, replaying the moment you watched the others leave. Had Bucky gone with them? You didn’t remember seeing him head out. Could he still be here?

A soft, almost pained whimper reached your ears, followed again by your name.

Without hesitation, you pushed open the door, a growing sense of dread and concern rising inside you. Bucky often had nightmares— you’d heard his anguished cries echoing in the dead of night. You didn’t want to let him suffer for a minute longer than necessary— not if you could help it.

But as you silently pushed open the door, the sight before you stopped you in your tracks, stealing the breath from your lungs.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to the super soldier, sprawled out on the bed. He was shirtless. You could see the muscles in his abdomen rippling like waves as he writhed around on the mattress.

Another muffled groan escaped him and your eyes were drawn to the pillow he had clamped over his face. It would have been an alarming image, if it wasn’t for the fact that his pants were undone and his flesh hand was wrapped firmly around his cock.

You froze. Every single coherent thought vanished from your head in an instant. You stood in the doorway, mouth parted in silent shock as a flush of heat rushed to your face as your brain scrambled to process what you were seeing.

This is not what you had expected. At all.

Your instincts told you to turn around, to leave and grant him the privacy he so clearly thought he had. But for some reason, your feet refused to move. You stayed rooted to the spot as a cocktail of emotions swirled inside you— shock, embarrassment and lastly desire.

Only when he groaned your name again, the sound muffled by the pillow but clear enough to send a shiver down your spine and a flood of heat between your legs. Your heart raced as you realized that he wasn’t just lost in the moment— he was lost in the thought of you.

Your instincts finally kicked in, belatedly propelling you to turn on your heels and leave as quickly and quietly as possible. But your socks betrayed you, letting out a squeak against the polished floor.

Bucky’s movements stilled.

“Shit,” you heard him mutter under his breath, his voice low and filled with mortification. There was a rustle of sheets and before you could fully escape, his voice called out.

“Who’s there?” His words came out sharp and panicked.

You came to a halt outside his room, cursing your hesitation. You glanced around the corner just in time to see him sit up, clutching the tiny pillow against his lap, as though it could shield him from the situation he had found himself in. HIs face was flushed, his chest heaved and his wide blue eyes locked onto yours.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice cracking, overwhelmed by shame. He rubbed at the back of his neck with his vibranium hand. “I… I didn’t know anyone was—”

“I’m so sorry!” you blurted out. “I—I mean to, I shouldn’t have—” Words failed you, and you swiftly darted out into the hallway, hiding around the edge of the doorway.

But you didn’t go far.

Your heart was pounding loudly in your chest and for some reason, your legs felt like lead, stopping you from running away. You pressed your back against the wall, taking a shaky inhale to calm your thundering heart and trying to process what had just happened.

You needed to keep walking. You should be retreating to your room where you could pretend none of this ever happened. You should. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

Something was pulling at your strings, master of puppetry controlling your actions, refusing to let you leave. It was desire. The way he had said your name— with so much longing— played in your mind on a loop. You hadn’t missed the way his body moved, the vulnerability he’d displayed on his flushed face. And then there was the way his eyes had widened with shock when he realized it was you.

Before you could truly think about your actions, your feet had started carrying you back to the door. You hesitated for a second but the pull inside you— the part of you that craved him— propelled you forwards.

You stepped back inside.

His face was crimson, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Was it anger? Embarrassment? Or… something else entirely?

You couldn’t decipher the expression on his face but the tension in the room weighed down on both of you.

Wordlessly, you approached him, sitting down on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped slightly under your weight, and he immediately curled in on himself, clutching the pillow tighter to his chest. His body was angled away from you, his gaze fixed on the wall, refusing to meet yours.

You shuffled closer, moving carefully, unsure if he wanted you to stay or to leave. He didn’t move, he didn’t speak, he didn’t give you any indication that he was aware of your presence. But you could feel the tension radiating from him like a forcefield. His knuckles were white against the fabric of the pillow, and he sat so rigidly it was as if his body didn’t know how to relax anymore.

“Bucky,” you whispered softly, your voice filled with kindness and affection.

Still, he didn’t respond. He seemed paralyzed, trapped in this moment of shame and uncertainty.

Slowly, you reached out, unable to control the tremble of your hand as you cradled his cheek. He flinched at first, his body stiffening, but he didn’t pull away. You kept your touch gentle but deliberate, and when he didn’t resist, you applied the lightest pressure to turn his head toward you.

At long last, his eyes met yours— his pupils dilated, unfocused and vulnerable.

You held his gaze, letting the air between you grow heavy with meaning. Your thumb brushed fondly against the stubble on his jaw, and you leaned in slowly, deliberately, giving him every chance to pull away.

He didn’t.

When your lips first met his, they moved slowly, with tenderness, almost searching. You gave him the opportunity to object… he didn’t. And suddenly the heat building inside you made it impossible for you to hold back. You deepened the kiss— conveying your longing— leaving no room for doubt, no room for misinterpretation. You wanted him.

And as his lips began to respond to yours, the pillow slipped from his grasp, forgotten as he surrendered to the intensity of your connection.

[lokirogersgirl]

Thin Walls

BBF!Lloyd Hansen x f!Reader

Part of @steviebbboi 's 200 Follower Submissions 💥💥

Prompts: Then I guess we gotta be quiet, huh? + "Nope. Again." + "Aw, does it feel good right there?" + BBF!bb + Daddy/Princess kink

Warnings/Tags: SMUT, oral (f recieving), p-in-v (wrap it), almost quickie sex, rough-ish sex, wall sex, dirty talk, pussy spanking (just one), Daddy/Princess kink, praise (good girl), a hint of possiveness (my girl), petnames (it's Lloyd so there's so, so many... sweet thing, princess, gumdrop, baby cakes), secret relationship, alcohol consumption (brief), orgasm denial, brat taming, begging

Not beta'd. MDNI. I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated (or put through AI)

Summary: Your brother's wedding rehearsal and wedding would be a lot more exciting if you didn't have 20 questions about your relationship; luckily Lloyd has all the answers for you.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Hello, hello! And welcome to the second installment. Took me longer than imagined and I'm guess ing the word count is in the 3k zone (rip my computer). I'm working deftly to get the final story for this challenge (more on that in the notes after the fic!!) Enjoy! - Love, Grem x

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

Ionian Sun | Bubbles | Masterlist

You'd spent the hours of your morning rushing around with the women of your family, fussing and cooing over the bride, the dress, all of the excitement. By the afternoon, you were already mentally drained and the thought of the rehearsal lunch sat next to your cooing mother and father filled your bones with dread. Worse yet, you were seated next to your brother's best friend Lloyd Hansen, who seemed more smug than usual.

You gritted your teeth as you made your way through your starter, Lloyd and your dad chatting and drinking away. Your mother leans over to you, her eyes gleaming mischieviously as she looks between you and Lloyd.

"He's quite handsome," she says keeping her voice quiet as she sips her wine.

"Mom-" You hiss back at her warningly. You did not need this right now.

"I'm just saying!" She rolls her eyes dramatically and taps her hand over yours. "Handsome, good job, we've known him all his life pretty much." She takes another sip of her wine, eyeing Lloyd as you narrow your eyes at her. "You always used to say you'd marry him."

"I was five years old." You grit at her, feeling your cheeks burn with embarassment.

"And it was so cute." Your mother sighs wistfully, remembering exactly how adorable you looked in your princess gown, declaring your intent to marry your brother's friend. More than once. "And he'd be so proud about it. You were his princess to rescue when you'd play together."

Lloyd’s piercing blue eyes meet yours across the table and you shift in your seat uncomfortably and clear your throat.

"Can you not do this-"

"Lloyd!" Your mother leans her elbows onto the table and his gaze moves to hers, giving her a grin. You sigh and rub your temples, wishing you could be anywhere else. "You're single right? No important woman in your life?"

"No," Lloyd says casually, his moustache twitching upwards. "Not particularly."

Your mother nudges you under the table and you fight the urge to combust on the spot.

"What about coincidence! Y/N isn't either. I thi-"

"I think you've had enough to drink." You say curtly, scowling at her but your mother ignores you.

"We were just reminiscing about when you were all kids." Your mother says brightly. "Playing knights and make believe."

"You were all such troublemakers." You dad chimes in, shaking his head with a chuckle. "I had to close up my study more than once to stop you kids stealing my 'treasures'."

Lloyd chuckles lightly before glancing at you. "I remember.... And I remember princess here was always intent on marrying me."

"I could hardly marry my brother." You snap, sending a glare his way but Lloyd sneers over at you. But your parents don't listen to you, only laughing at Lloyd’s comment.

"We thought you'd end up together. The family all had bets." Your mother adds, nonplussed. Her hints were the furthest from subtle but one of the major cons of a secret relationship was that no one knew you were together. And keeping up the act that you didn't want to lunge across the table and sit in his lap was tiring at times like these. Although, maybe interrogations about your supposed single-life and setting you up with your lover was better than probes about marriage and kids.

"Mom!" You balk at her. At least you could be embarassed by her meddling and use that for your top tier acting skills; much to Lloyd’s annoying amusement.

"What?" She says, waving a hand dismissively at you. "We did! You were both so cute together."

"What do you mean were? Oof." Lloyd bites back a yelp of pain and glares over at your smug, sneering face as he nurses the shin you kicked under the table.

You don't really remember how the secret relationship started, or why you'd fought so hard to keep it a secret, but Lloyd was your favourite person. Always had been, always would be. Maybe it was because you thought your meddling family wouldn't be as open to you dating your brother's best friend, especially your brother, as they so claimed.

Your brother's wedding only added more stress to the mix.

"I'm going to get a drink." You pull a face as you stand from the table making a bee-line to the bar. Lloyd excuses himself quickly not long after and follows after you, ensuring to stop by your brother's table for a quick chat so not to arouse suspicion.

When he finally joins you at the bar, you're already sipping at a rum and coke and slide a glass of the same over to him. You're half slumped in defeat on the counter, elbows aching against the hard wood as your rest your chin on one of your palms. You glance over at Lloyd with a small, wry smile.

"I'm sorry about that." You huff, brushing hair from your face. "She would not let up."

Lloyd shrugs, taking a swig of his drink, smacking his lips at the sweetness. "It's alright. I know your mom. Nothing I couldn't handle, princess."

You give him a withering look but he only gives you a shit-eating smirk in response.

"You didn't help things along either." You point out, standing a little straighter.

Lloyd shrugs, leaning his back against the counter. "What can I say? Weddings make me emotional."

You glance down at the opaque brown liquid in your drink, studying it for a moment. Your mind wanders, an almost excitable feeling rises in your chest and you quash it quickly.

Annoyingly, you couldn't always tell what Lloyd was thinking. The initial elements of secret dating (the sneaking around, the quickies) had ignited all of the dormant feelings you'd possessed for him eleven-fold but as time progressed, they hadn't waned and only left you wanting... something. The sneaking and quickies seemed to do Lloyd just fine but whether or not he was thinking of next steps like you had been made you wonder whether the entire relationship had been one sided. Even if he had flown you out to luxurious hotels across the globe multiple times to stay with him.

Downing your drink hurriedly and slamming your glass down with an audible thwack, you whistle a breath. Lloyd’s eyebrows raise as he watches you but he doesnt flinch. He sips at his own drink, saying nothing.

"Don't you have any best man duties to attend to?" You ask, pushing away from the counter to stand straight. "I don't think you're supposed to be hanging around the groom's sister all night."

"I'm right where I want to be, honey. You know that." He picks up a peanut from one of the bowls that litter the bartop and pops it into his mouth. "Besides I've been dismissed until tomorrow."

"Ah." You finally look over at him with a nod and clear your throat awkwardly.

Lloyd doesn't waste a moment more to speak what's on his mind.

"You look radiant tonight, gumdrop. And I can't wait to see what you'll look like in your dress tomorrow." His eyes roam over you shamelessly and you can see his tongue darts over his lips. "And I can't wait to see both of them on my bedroom floor."

"Lloyd," You warn under your breath.

"You know I love it when you get all riled up, cupcake." He teases, grinning at you over his glass. "Serves you damn right for kicking me earlier."

"You deserved it." You say firmly, fixing him with a glare.

Lloyd casts a glance out over the guests. All of them were too busy talking with one another, intermingling and excited for the ceremony and celebration tomorrow morning. No one, not even your parents, is paying attention to you and Lloyd.

"Will I get a dance off of you tomorrow?" He says still overlooking the dining hall. The hotel had been a great choice of venue, save for the fact the groomsmen, bridal parties and close family were situated on the same floor. Lloyd's slightly furrowed brows indicate he's making a mental note of something but you don't know what of, though you could guess.

"I don't see why we can't dance together." You say lightly but your heart is beating up a storm again knowing you'd love nothing more than to dance with Lloyd for the whole day, not just one measly dance.

"Just checking it's all ok with your plan," He says as little curtly and offer a dejected sigh in response.

Your eyes dance around the room, to your smiling brother and bride-to-be, to your parents and family, then back to Lloyd whose blue eyes are fixed on you again. You take in a long breath your chest heaving slowly before murmuring,

"So... nothing else on your agenda this evening?"

"Lloyd, the walls are thin. Everyone will hear."

The cool wood of the door presses into your back Lloyd’s form crowds around you, kissing at your face and neck, his hands wandering to find the zip of your dress.

"Then I guess we gotta be quiet, huh?"

You click your tongue and roll your eyes, trying to unbutton his shirt; why are you not surprised that would be his answer?

"God, you looked good today." Lloyd murmurs, kissing down your neck. "Couldn't wait to have you all to myself, princess."

The sound of your zip rolling down your back fills the silence as you pry three buttons free while kissing Lloyd. Warm fingers tug the straps of your dress over your shoulders, peeling your dress from you until it's a slinked pile of tule on the floor.

"Same to you, daddy." You murmur against his lips, smirking when you yank the bottom of his dress shirt out of his slacks and he gasps softly.

"Hey now, I was careful with your dress." The chide is half-hearted as Lloyd undoes the last of his buttons to remove the shirt entirely. "This shirt was expensive."

The shirt is quickly discarded into a creased pile next to your dress and you take a moment to admire Lloyd in all of his moustachioed glory. His muscles are taut and the hair on his chest matches his 'stache; dark, thick and well-groomed. He flexes slightly when he catches you staring, not bothering to hide the smug satisfaction he has knowing you're admiring him. That hasn't changed from when you were kids.

Reaching out, your fingers slip over his belt and tug him closer to you. Warmth radiates from Lloyd his strong arms wrap around you, his lips attached to yours again. He's left enough space between you for you to skillfully undo his belt and slacks, pushing them down to join the clothes pile growing at your feet.

Ditching his shoes Lloyd pushes against you, pinning you against the wall with his body. You can already feel how excited he is through the thin fabric of his (expensive) boxers and grin smugly into the kisses.

"Don't think you're going without punishment, cupcake." He murmurs against your neck, one strong arm hitching under your leg to squeeze at your ass and press the outline of his cock against the damp heat between your legs. You gasp quietly and roll your hips upwards loving the feeling of friction against your folds.

"Patience princess," he chuckles, grinding into you. You pout your pretty lips at him and he has not choice but to kiss them.

You can feel Lloyd’s hand dip between your bodies,tugging your underwear to the side and swiping upwards gathering slick to press against your clit. You sound a heated curse, watching as Lloyd rolls his finger over your clit, making your body heat almost uncomfortably and pressure in your core grow. You needed him inside you badly. Lloyd changes the grip of his hand, feeding two fingers to your pussy and rubbing at your clit with his rough thumb whilst you mewl his name.

"Aw, does it feel good right there?" Lloyd sneers, grinding against you as his thumb lazily swipes over your clit. "Is it gonna make you cum, princess?"

"Yes daddy," you roll your hips onto his fingers and your eyes flutter. But just as soon as the delicious pressure is building to overflow, it's gone.

You pout at Lloyd whose busy sucking his fingers clean and shucking his boxers down.

"Don't look at me like that princess," he pouts mockingly back at you, pumping his thick cock a few times in front of you. "I'm giving you something better than my fingers."

Lloyd lifts you leg again but instead of teasing you, he pushes the hard head of his cock up into you. Your walls pulse as you take him at this angle; it was a gorgeously tight squeeze that you couldn't enjoy for long as Lloyd began to fuck you brutally into the wall.

Your breathing hitches and your hands fly to Lloyd's shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself. The furious push and drag of Lloyd's cock was second to none, the filthy hushed moans and cries that emanated from your mouth only added to the ecstasy.

You bit down onto your bottom lip, gripping Lloyd tighter, as your orgasm threatened to spill yet again. Lloyd watched you with a smirk, continuing to pummel your back into the wall.

"Oh, does my princess wanna cum again?"

"Yes, fuck, daddy please." You beg breathlessly, your legs trying to squeeze around him as your cunt milks him hungrily. Lloyd grunts but halts his movements as he's balls deep inside your pussy, making you throw your head back with a short-lived moan as you remember yoi should at least make an attempt to be quiet.

"Too fucking bad." He grits out into your ear, and with one hard squeeze to your ass, your other leg lifts from the floor. You squeak but wrap your arms around Lloyd's neck to steady yourself as he lifts you and half-carries-half-rushes you to the bed. "You're not cumming yet. You don't get to be a brat at the rehearsal and get away with it."

Splayed on your back, you relish the soft covers for a few moments before Lloyd begins to fuck you again. In comparison to the wall - they're much more preferable, but strangely not as hot.

Lloyd’s hands grasp your wrists, using you as anchor as he fucks into you. Your legs obediently wrap over his hips and you fight back a few pitiful mewls of pleasure before giving in entirely. Moaning louder, you let your eyes roll, your pussy clamping down on Lloyd's cock harder than before. You don't need to look at Lloyd to know he's smirking triumphantly. It never took long to break you but he enjoyed doing it all the same.

"'M gonna cum," you whine, balling your fists as you meekly try to focus on holding back your orgasm. But there's a swift, wet smack to your clit that makes your back arch from the bed.

"Nope. Again." Lloyd huffs impatiently. "You know I want to hear you say it."

"Daddy," you whimper, your crescendo fast approaching. "Please, please, please let me cum over your cock!"

Lloyd pretends to mull it over, enjoying how you wait patiently for his answer as his sac slaps against your wet hole.

"Hmm... how could I say no to this sweet cunt. Cum."

You cum with a choked shout. Your body obliges his command by gushing over him, your pussy sucking his cock hard as he fucks into you just as brutally as before.

"That's my good girl," he coos watching you writhe in pleasure on his cock as you cum, sighing at how well you squeeze him. There's a moment, as Lloyd pins your hands above your head and gazes down at you, where Lloyd’s face softens slightly. A twisted contrast to how hard he's fucking you.

"How would you like to be mine forever, sweetheart?" His voice is just above a whisper, his lips and moustache tickling the flushed skin of your cheeks. "Pretty ring on your finger, perfect white dress?"

"Oh," you can feel yourself grow light headed at his words, second orgasm bubbling to the surface. Your chest heaves and you try to chase Lloyd's lips but he only allows you one peck before tutting delicately.

"Oh no princess." His voice is still quiet, gentle enough to lure you into sweet obedience. "Not till you tell me your answer."

"Yes!" You cry out, palms opening and closing rapidly trying to hold something to anchor yourself as your second orgasm begins to descend upon you.

"All mine. Forever?" Lloyd presses with a growl. The wet, echoing slaps are longer now; almost languid but you know from the twitch of Lloyd’s cock deep within your pussy that he wants to cum.

"Yes daddy yes! Please Lloyd - forever-" Your last word is clipped with a loud gasp as the floodgates of your second orgasm wrack your body; your pussy convulsing and gripping Lloyd's cock so tightly he has no option other than to paint your insides with a groan.

"Fuuuuuck," he curses, his hips still slowly driving his cock into you slowly and he watches proudly as his and your cum coats his cock. "You're amazing as always, princess."

Lloyd slowly pulls himself from you fully and chuckles at the pout you give him before settling beside you. Tugging at your limp body, he pulls you towards him, and you happily comply. You nuzzle into his chest and entwine your legs, the room silent apart from your breaths.

"So...?" Lloyd begins playfully.

"So?"

"How about it?" He peeks down at you, tickling your lips with a soft kiss. "You. Me. Forever?"

"Are... Are you proposing to me?" Still hazy and fucked out, you glance upward, your one eyebrow quirked to hide your wide eyes.

"No," Lloyd says grinning down at you. "I'd need a ring for that. I just want to get your thoughts. See if it aligns with your plan."

The wedding goes off without so much as a hitch, which was surprising.

The ceremony was gorgeous and many tears were shed, among stolen glances at Lloyd who was stood off to the side behind your brother. Your brain rattled from your brief conversation the night before and you gripped at your small bouquet of bright flowers tightly. Maybe Lloyd was on the same page as you after all; maybe even a few chapters ahead.

When it came time for the bouquet toss, you sneakily edged away from the other women and bridesmaids, intent on finding Lloyd. He was watching the excited trills of the women with a smirk, growing into a teasing grin when he spotted you approaching.

"Oh? No bouquet toss for you, sweet pea?"

You roll your eyes at him, stepping to stand by his side and watch the brawl that was about to happen for a bunch of flowers. "Not really my thing; and I'm worried that old biddy with a cane would do damage."

You nod at your Aunt Ethel, who was armed with her cane ready to thwack anyone who came near her for the bouquet. Lloyd snorts.

5

"Did you mean what you said?" You ask suddenly, surprising yourself. You should have confronted him after round one, maybe even after this morning, but your tired fucked out brain was too elated and excited by the prospect and the day to care.

Even though your brain was full of questions and distracting thoughts of Lloyd the whole day, you'd still managed to be a good bridesmaid and sister.

"When?" Lloyd wiggles his eyebrows at you and you give him a sideways glance.

"You know when." You huff impatiently.

4

"I just wanted to hear you say it." He chuckles, straightening his pocket-chief. "Last night."

"Yeah. Last night."

3

"Of course I did." Lloyd’s gaze fixes on you again. "I'm not anything but a man of my word, sweetcheeks."

"Right." You nod.

2

Your heart thuds against your ribs and a tingling sensation from the tips of your toes to the top of your head rushes over your body before you repeat three words that had only ever been spoken in hushed murmurs in the security of the bedroom or the comfort of your home.

"I love you." You say quietly.

Lloyd stiffens for a moment. It's brief but you notice in you peripheral, feeling a little smug you caught him off guard. But after the moment passes, he relaxes like butter on a hot day.

"I love you too, princess."

1

The boquet careens in the air, perfectly arching semi-circle. You new sister-in-law seemed to have a real gumption for tossing bouquets. In fact it careened closer, and closer. On impulse, you reach out your hands and bend your knees slightly, catching the bouqet upside down.

Silence falls for a moment and you glance at Lloyd, whose grinning ear to ear. Red rushes to your face as cheers erupt around you.

Maybe you'll let your parents take credit for pushing you and Lloyd together at your brother's wedding.

Or maybe, Lloyd will finally tell you that he'd asked your brother permission to marry you months ago.

A/N 2: HELLO

How are we feeling? You good?

I have been writing a lot for Jake and Lloyd recently (for both Kinktober, and other WIPs). I tried avoiding making this 5k this time unlike Ionian Sun, however, the final installment that I'm trying to finish for this challenge may miss the deadline.

But if it doesn't that's okay as it is actually part of a 5 part collection! But you will have @steviebbboi to thank for the prompts ;)

Thay being said...who wants to talk merpeople with me?👀

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a diamond's gotta shine.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | toys

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!lloyd, little!reader.) super soft!daddy!lloyd, just how we like him! butt plug (and me not knowing shit about luxury brands lol.) reader has an oral fixation; sucking and licking. anal prep/fingering/stretching. clit rubbing <3. mostly praise and encouragement. an orgasm as reward, yay!! implied aftercare. err hints at exhibitionism later? idk just to be safe.

word count | 1,425

an | this wasn't really the plan for this prompt originally, but i woke up today and decided i wanted a fic of lloyd gifting reader a luxury butt plug so we're just rolling with it lol. this one's dedicated to my sweet sweet angel sabby @hansensgirl hope you're well bby, and happy holidays to you!! <33

"C'mon, princess. Up on my desk."

Lloyd was gently nudging you toward the large surface, which he had suspiciously cleared off from its usual state of mild disarray. You lifted a curious brow at the broad man, earning a pearly grin as he gently stepped in to sweep you up in his arms. Lifting you effortlessly onto the desktop, he set you down with care, as if you were the most delicate and precious thing in the world. He trailed a playful hand up your thigh, fingertips teasing at your skin through the silky fabric of your nylons. "Daddy," you hummed eagerly, letting out a soft squeak as he gently pinched at your tender flesh.

"Panties off, baby. Lay back for me," Lloyd instructed steadily. And he sure as hell didn't have to ask twice.

As you moved quickly to remove and discard your hose and panties, you couldn't help but try to sneak a peek at what your daddy was up to as he made his way to the other side of the desk, opening up a drawer and pulling something out discreetly. He then strode over to one of the couches in the middle of his office, grabbing a few throw pillows before returning to you. "Here you go, angel. Let's get you nice and comfy," he murmured, propping you up with the pillows supporting your back.

"Daddy," you whined again, a hint of neediness now present in your voice. Lloyd smiled as he brought up the gift to finally show you; the contents of his hands made you gasp. A beautiful plug, shiny gold, with a stunning ring of crystals embedded along the base. "Oh Daddy," you breathed, unable to take your eyes off the glittering piece.

"Genuine Winstons," Lloyd told you proudly, taking a small bottle of lube from his pocket and placing it on the desk beside you. "Only the best for my princess, of course."

"So pretty, Daddy," you remained in awe, earning a loving chuckle from the man as he watched you be entranced by the gift.

"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and open up for Daddy, need you to get this nice and wet for me while I'm prepping you." He teased the tip of the plug against your glossy lips, guiding one of your hands up to hold the base. You sucked and licked happily at the metal's impressive curve as Lloyd got to work between your legs.

He parted your feet, bending your knees up to lie at either side of you as your dress slipped up easily in cooperation with his efforts. Pausing, he took a moment to revel in the sight of you. His gaze fell to your perfect folds as they sat before him on display. With a low hum of approval, he brought a gentle hand up to smear your wetness around teasingly. "Look at you, already getting wet for Daddy. That's my good girl," he smiled as he brought a finger down to begin gently prodding at your tighter little hole.

Still working the toy you'd been given between your pouty lips, you let out a whimper at your daddy's tentative nudges. You gasped softly at the feeling of a cold glob of lube being dripped onto you. Heat rose up through your cheeks in slight humiliation as the slippery mess was worked thoroughly over your puckered rosebud. "Okay baby," Lloyd hummed encouragingly, "time to open up this pretty little hole. Are you gonna be good for Daddy and take it?" You offered the sweetest nod you could manage, earning a beaming grin from the mustached man. "Of course you are. My sweet little girl," he crooned lovingly, giving no further warning before starting to push his first digit past your difficult outer ring.

You squirmed gently, big pleading eyes looking up at Lloyd as you let out a weak whine. "Hmmph... Daddy..." your voice wobbled.

The tall man brought his unused arm up to stroke back your hair in a calming manner. Furrowing his brow in gentle concern, he did his best to soothe you. "Shhh, my love," he cooed as his large finger worked up to the first knuckle, then the second, gradually stretching out your sensitive walls. "That's it, see? Nice and gentle. Look so pretty like this, taking Daddy's fingers up your sweet little bottom. My pretty girl," he kissed your forehead, holding you steady as he began introducing a second finger.

It was a slow, steady process; Lloyd knew that it had to be. He rarely played with you like this, mostly due to how much you struggled to take anything up your poor little ass. But he hoped that getting you a toy like this might help you adjust to the unfamiliar sensations; you had discussed prior that you'd like to do some proper anal training and play. Needless to say, you both felt this was the perfect first step in that endeavor.

Once you were comfortably and confidently taking two fingers, Lloyd finally felt ready to transition you over to your shiny new toy. "That's it, sweetheart. Fuck, so perfect for me," he was chuckling as your hips bucked up to meet his hand, his digits driving steadily into you. Much of the initial discomfort was gone, replaced with the most deliciously sinful burn blooming in the base of your tummy. Your eyes were shining with pride as you looked up hopefully at your daddy. Kissing your forehead again, Lloyd nodded as he slowed his fingers to a stop, retrieving the now-soaking plug from your drooling lips.

"Okay princess. Here we go-" You hummed eagerly as the tip of the gold bulb was rubbed up against your slippery opening. Lloyd surprised you a bit by bringing his free hand up to gently dip into your leaking pussy; much to your daddy's delight, you had made quite the mess during his generous preparation period. He dragged his fingertips up further, liberally smearing your glistening arousal over your clit to coax the tiny pearl out from under its protective hood with his expert touch. Your knees were trembling as he began working the nub in steady circles, while finally beginning to ease the large plug up into your awaiting walls.

"O-oh my- Daddy," you mewled as the warm, slick piece of metal stretched you out across its broad curvature. At its widest circumference, the object's insertion was bordering on painful. Lloyd's eyes never left you as he did his best to rub your clit faster, hoping the added stimulation would help ease the burn.

"Almost there baby, almost there," he promised, letting out a breath of relief in tandem with your own as you finally made it past the peak, the rest of the toy slipping perfectly into its place with little effort. As the glittering base nestled itself between your smooth cheeks, Lloyd looked on in pleasure and pride. "There," he hummed lowly, gently giving the center a few taps, earning the sweetest little whimpers from you. "What do you think, angel? Has someone earned an orgasm?"

His pace was quickening over your clit before you could even process his words. Hands flying down to grip the edges of the desk below you, you nodded desperately. "Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy!"

Your daddy smiled as he continued his steady rubbing, finding your sweet spot with ease. It wasn't long before you were reaching up to cling to his sturdy arm, your breaths stuttering as you chased your release. "That's it, baby. Go ahead and come for me. Been such a brave girl for Daddy," the man allowed, nodding as your high ripped through you.

"Daddy, o-oh Daddy! Aahhh-" you cried, the plug lurching within you as your poor little cunt clenched down on nothing. You were carried lovingly through your high, Lloyd's fingers only slowing as your spasms and contractions finally began to cease.

"That's my girl," he murmured gently, reaching up to brush your hair back out of your face as he gave your pussy and puffy button a few playful pats. "Now what d'you say we get you cleaned up, huh princess?" You were too weak to respond, only managing a lazy nod as you slumped against the pillows behind you, struggling to catch your breath.

He moved from your side momentarily to grab a cloth from one of the desk drawers. "Oh, but sweetheart- the toy stays in," he informed you with a wink. "We're having guests over later; Daddy wants his pretty girl to shine."

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Room to Grow

Characters/Pairings: husband!Lloyd Hansen x curvy Millennial female!Reader Word Count: 1.6k Summary: An ordinary day of domestic life with Lloyd. Only you're "in trouble" again, and that trouble leads to a surprising turn of events.

Content/Warnings: use of pet name "Pumpkin," established relationship, explicit smut (vaginal intercourse, clit play, light biting, unprotected sex, implied oral - male receiving), light dirty talk

Notes: Remember last October when I wrote three drabbles the same way (soft, soft!dark, and dark)? Well, then last week I answered some asks that got me thinking about you and soft Lloyd - first, one about a neighbor leaving Lloyd a Christmas gift and then about some of my characters around Christmas time. So... they have more story now.

A/N: The first offering in my Birthday Jubilee collection!

↠ Main Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

“God damnit, Pumpkin,” Lloyd huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You bite your lip to keep from smiling as you set down the brown paper bag with actual groceries onto the counter. Next to that, you carefully unload the two new plants you’d been carrying in the other arm.

“You are not allowed to go to the store unsupervised anymore! You get new plants every time, without fail!”

“Not every time,” you say, turning to look at him with the most innocent face you can muster. “Only maybe three out of four times. Sometimes only half the time.”

He puts his hands on his hips and cocks his head to the side, frowning, but you don’t see actual fire behind the frown, so you put your hands on his shoulders and raise up on your tiptoes to swiftly kiss his cheek.

You grin broadly as you settle back to your normal height in front of him.

“I’ve never seen an aralla fabian stump, and look at how gorgeous and big this calathea is! And they were both such a good deal!”

Lloyd rolls his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitches up. “And where do you plan on even putting these?” He glances around the apartment, which has become a veritable jungle. “There’s no room.”

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

“You are intolerable,” he says, and swats your ass as you maneuver around him to put the eggs in the fridge.

“And yet you put a ring on this finger anyway!” you reply, flashing your left hand.

Lloyd's eyes narrow, a predatory glint appearing as he stalks towards you. "I did, didn't I?" he purrs, backing you against the refrigerator. "And do you know why?"

You swallow hard, feeling heat pool in your belly at his proximity. "Why?" you manage to squeak out.

His large hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "Because you're mine," he growls. "Every stubborn, plant-obsessed inch of you."

Before you can respond, Lloyd's mouth is on yours, hot and demanding. You melt into him, fingers clutching at his shirt as he presses you more firmly against the fridge. His knee wedges between your thighs, and you can't help but grind against it, seeking friction.

Lloyd breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck. "What am I going to do with you, Pumpkin?" he murmurs against your skin.

You tilt your head, giving him better access. "I can think of a few things," you say breathlessly, rolling your hips against his thigh.

Lloyd chuckles, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "I bet you can." His hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips. In one swift motion, he lifts you up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

He carries you to the kitchen island, setting you down on the cool surface. His eyes roam over you hungrily, and you feel your pulse quicken under his intense gaze.

"These clothes," he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt, "need to go."

You raise your arms obediently, allowing him to pull your shirt over your head. He makes quick work of your bra as well, tossing it aside carelessly. His hands immediately come up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. You arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.

Lloyd leans in, capturing your mouth in another searing kiss as his fingers work at the button of your jeans. You lift your hips, allowing him to tug them down along with your underwear. He breaks the kiss to pull them off completely, leaving you naked and exposed on the kitchen counter.

His eyes rake over your body, drinking in every inch of you. "Fucking beautiful," he murmurs, more to himself than to you.

You reach for him, tugging at his shirt. "Your turn," you say breathlessly.

Lloyd smirks, stepping back just out of your reach. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, maintaining eye contact as he reveals his muscular chest inch by tantalizing inch.

You bite your lip, watching hungrily as Lloyd strips off his shirt. His toned chest and abs are on full display, and you can't help but reach out to run your hands over his warm skin. Lloyd allows it for a moment before catching your wrists and pinning them behind your back with one large hand.

"Patience, Pumpkin," he growls, his free hand working at his belt buckle.

You squirm on the counter, desperate for his touch. "Lloyd, please," you whimper.

He chuckles darkly as he pushes his pants and boxers down, freeing his already hard cock. "So needy," he teases, stepping between your spread legs. "Is this what you want?"

He rubs the head of his cock against your wet folds, and you moan, trying to push your hips forward. But Lloyd's grip on your wrists tightens, holding you in place. "Ah ah," he tuts. "Not yet."

You whine in frustration, but Lloyd just smirks, clearly enjoying your desperation. He continues to tease you, running his cock along your slick folds but never quite giving you what you need.

"Lloyd," you plead, voice breathy. "Please, I need you."

His eyes darken at your words. "Tell me exactly what you need, Pumpkin. I want to hear you say it."

Heat floods your cheeks, but the ache between your legs overrides any embarrassment. Besides, he’s your husband and you’ve let him do things to you you’d never dreamed of.

"I need you inside me," you gasp. "Please, fuck me. I want to feel you stretching me open, filling me up. I need it. I need you."

A low growl rumbles in Lloyd's chest. "Good girl.”

Lloyd's eyes flash with desire as he finally relents, pushing into you with one smooth thrust. You cry out at the delicious stretch, your head falling back as he fills you completely.

"Fuck, Pumpkin," Lloyd groans, releasing your wrists to grip your hips. "So tight for me, always so perfect."

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close as he starts to move. His thrusts are deep and measured at first, but quickly pick up speed as your moans of pleasure fill the kitchen.

"Yes, yes, just like that," you pant, meeting him thrust for thrust. The edge of the counter digs into your thighs, but you hardly notice, lost in the exquisite friction of Lloyd moving inside you.

Lloyd's mouth finds your neck, sucking and biting as he pounds into you relentlessly. One hand snakes between your bodies to rub circles on your clit, and you cry out at the added stimulation.

"That's it, baby," Lloyd murmurs against your skin. "Let me hear you."

Your nails dig into his back as the pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Lloyd's thrusts become more erratic, his breathing ragged against your neck.

"Come for me, Pumpkin," he growls. "I want to feel you clench and cream my cock."

His words, combined with the relentless stimulation, send you over the edge. You cry out Lloyd's name as your orgasm washes over you, your inner walls gripping him like a vice.

Lloyd groans, burying himself deep inside you as he follows you over the edge. You feel the warmth of his release as he pulses inside you, his hips jerking with aftershocks.

For a moment, you both stay still, panting and clinging to each other as you come down from your shared high. Lloyd's forehead rests against yours, his breath warm on your face.

"I love you," you murmur, nuzzling his nose with yours.

Lloyd's lips curve into a soft smile. "I love you too, Pumpkin. Even if you do insist on turning our place into a god damn greenhouse."

You giggle, running your fingers through his hair. "You love it. Admit it."

He rolls his eyes but doesn't deny it. He helps you down from the counter, steadying you when your legs wobble slightly. As you start to reach for your discarded clothes, Lloyd scoops you up in his arms.

"Where are we going?" you ask, giggling as Lloyd carries you naked through the apartment.

"Shower," he says simply. "We're both a mess, and I'm not done with you yet."

Your pulse quickens at his words. "Oh?"

Lloyd's eyes gleam wickedly as he sets you down in the bathroom. "Nope. And we need to make the most of this shower while we can.

“Wait, what?”

He shrugs. “Well, since you insist on bringing home new plants all the time, we’re clearly going to need a bigger place.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, a mix of excitement and uncertainty fluttering in your chest. "A house? Really?"

Lloyd turns on the shower, steam quickly filling the small bathroom. He guides you under the warm spray, his large hands running soap over your skin. "Really," he confirms, a smile playing at his lips. "I know a guy in real estate. He's been sending me listings for weeks now."

"Weeks?" you sputter, both from shock and from the water cascading over your face. "You've been planning this?"

Lloyd chuckles, working shampoo into your hair. "You didn't think I'd let you keep cramming plants into this shoebox forever, did you?" His fingers massage your scalp, and you can't help but moan and lean into his touch. "Clearly we need room to expand. Maybe even a real garden."

The idea makes your heart race with excitement. "A garden? With actual soil and everything?"

Lloyd laughs, the sound echoing off the shower walls. "Yes, Pumpkin. Actual soil. Maybe we can even get you one of those fancy greenhouses."

You squeal with delight, throwing your arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses.

“Get you real dirty, fuck you beneath the begonias or something, how does that sound, Pumpkin?”

“How does that sound? Let me show you, Mr. Hansen,” you say, as you sink to your knees in front of him.

↠ Main Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

Credit for this little idea fully goes to @stargazingfangirl18 who planted the seed in my head after I shared I'd just indulged in buying FOUR new plants while at Trader Joe's this past Monday... though I don't think she expected this! 🤣

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Richard Armitage Obsession (2023) S01E02 

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I need him to diabolically look at me like that why is he so perfect