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Pain Relief

Another little snippet of these two.

>1k of fluff.

The sniffle alarmed Steve as he laid in bed with Leah. He occasionally stroked her hair and wondered why in 80 years there still weren’t better resources for menstrual cramps.

“Hurt bad?” He asked softly, to which Leah nodded gently against his chest. Leah didn’t always get cramps this bad, but ever since she went back on birth control - for Steve - the first few days of her period gave her unbearable cramps. “What else can I do?” Steve asked quietly.

“You’re doing a good job,” she murmured. “You smell good,” she added, making him smile. Leah hiked one of her legs between his, pressing the warm water bottle further into her lower abdomen. “The worst part is how horny I am,” she mumbled. “If it weren’t for my uterus tearing itself up and bleeding its way out of me, I’d be climbing you like a hiker on Mount Everest.” She assured him, causing Steve to toss his head back with a honk of a laugh.

“I’m flattered, I really am,” he assured.

“Just lemme’ touch your muscles,” she mumbled, a little dopey from the handful of extra strength Tylenol she downed earlier.

“Whatever you need,” he grinned, happy to enjoy the free - albeit not that great - massage as she rubbed her hand all up and down his abs.

“You’re really hot,” she reminded. “Grab my butt,” she demanded, sighing wistfully as Steve’s big, dinner-plate hand palmed her ass with a gentle squeeze. “That’s nice,” she commented.

“Want me to get you your Funyuns?” Steve asked after a few minutes.

“I already ate them all,” she whined remorsefully.

“I bought another bag and stashed it down in the basement,” Steve confessed. Leah was silent for a moment before he felt a tiny spot of warm seep through his thin t-shirt. “Leah?”

“You’re so good to me,” she sniffled quite a bit more loudly. Steve kept quiet and continued lightly scratching her scalp with his blunt fingernails as she teared up over the Funyuns. “I’m never going to do any better than you,” she mumbled. 

Steve rolled his eyes with a playful smile.

“‘M’gonna get pregnant and trap you,” he knew it was the hormones talking, but he still blushed. He already knew Leah was it for him. “M’gonna get pregnant with twins who look just like you,” she carried on. “Then I’m gonna make you wear all those dumb T-shirts that say things like Hubby and Taken.”

“Whatever you want, dear,” he assured.

“I already know all the soccer mommies at school are going to be drooling over you,” she frowned. “‘M’gonna get you the biggest, gaudiest wedding ring on the planet.” Steve did all he could to keep his chuckles quiet. “Fucking Carol,” Leah mumbled, “stay away from my…” No sooner than she had been begging for Funyuns, Leah was back asleep thanks to her Tylenol.

Steve was content to lay with her and lend his body heat for as long as she needed.

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Tik Tok

Just a little something based on a Tik Tok trend.

>1k words of fluff

It was dumb, really. Leah only downloaded the app because one of her teaching assistants talked about it nonstop.

Now, she was just as addicted to Tik Tok as the next person. 
But when she saw the challenge showing up left and right on her For You Page, she couldn’t help but giggle.

It was simple, send your boyfriend a dirty text while in a room full of your family and friends. She wasn’t going to put it on Tik Tok, the government would have a field day - much less Steven’s coworkers, but the thought only came to mind when Steven accompanied her to her family’s annual summer barbecue.

Steven insisted they show up early to help her mother and father set up tables and chairs in the backyard that was just large enough to hold a gathering of 15-20 people.

The sun was shining and the backyard was filled for hours as Steven and her father grilled hot dogs, chicken and hamburgers. Leah and her mother kept the drink bins full and Steven never complained as some of her little cousins, nieces and nephews goaded him into playing tag and hide and seek with them.

The truth was, seeing Steven meld so well with her family always stirred something very basic within her. When he’d run after her nephew during freeze tag, tossing the eight-year-old over his shoulder before cutting across the yard, she pictured something stable with him in the future. Maybe chasing after their own child with her dark hair and his light eyes.

As the party dwindled down and Chris held Leah’s niece in his arms as he showed her how to hold a sparkler, the group thinned out a little more.

That was the ideal time. Too many people and the illusion of eyes watching was void. Big groups could be much less intimate.

Steven was circled around the table her father had constructed around the oak tree growing in the far corner of the yard. Most of the men had gravitated that way while Leah sat up on the porch, rocking her baby niece, just four months old, in her arms. She hit send, then pretended to be listening to her two sisters, glancing over at her boyfriend out of the corner of her eye.

Steve was not usually one to check a cell phone much. But old habits died hard, and he was more confused as he saw a message from Leah as she sat no more than 30 feet away on her parent’s porch. Maybe she was ready to leave and didn’t want to shout it out in front of the remaining guests.

From: Leah

You look so good tonight, I’m going to get on my knees for you the moment we get home. Can’t wait to feel you in my mouth and suck you dry.

Steve immediately felt the heat on his neck, using every bit of his training as he school his features to keep from revealing to the people around him that his girlfriend was trying to get him riled up.

He gripped the cold drink in his hands just a little tighter as he turned his head, looking back to the house where you were blissfully rocking baby Emily on the porch, enraptured in deep conversation with your sister.

That is, until you gave him just a singular, fleeting glance. You knew what you were doing.

Steve cleared his throat.

“I hate to bow out, but I know Leah has class prep she’s got to do tonight and I volunteered to help,” Steve intoned. The group of guys gave him a warm sendoff before he headed back toward the house.

“My love?” He called, catching Leah’s attention.

“About that time?” She asked innocently, gently rocking the baby.

“‘Fraid so,” he sighed, giving his best performance. Leah carefully handed the baby off to her sister, hugs all around as Chris packed up the small tote bag they brought over with the few pieces of plastic ware and leftovers.

“What was that, huh?” Steve asked, squeezing Leah’s hand in his as they walked toward the car - a nice, crossover-size Audi.

“Hmm?” Leah asked, batting her eyelashes. She screamed a laugh as Steve reached down and gave one of her cheeks a hard squeeze. “Steven Grant!” She scolded with a smile that said otherwise.

“Don’t need your father hearing,” he scolded, giving her backside a swat as he held her card door open. Leah nonchalantly scrolled through her phone as Steve made the drive back to her brownstone, his hand casually resting on the bare skin of her thighs, exposed by her blue and white floral sundress.

“Will you grab the bag?” She asked with a chaste peck to his cheek as she exited the car. Steve watched as she hit the button to close the garage door while entering the condo, grabbing the tote with the empty plasticware before heading inside himself.

Steven half-expected to see Leah in the kitchen, tidying up a bit from their hasty exit earlier that day, but she was nowhere to be found on the main level - her cell phone abandoned on the back of the couch cushion.

He trekked up the few stairs to the second level and didn’t hear the bathroom faucet running, but was again met with silence. Then, with aid from his super-soldier-enhanced abilities, he could smell his favorite smell - the Japanese blossom candle burning in their bedroom.

Turning and taking the stairs by threes to the third level, he had already pulled his shirt over his head when he swung the door open. There, Leah was kneeling on the bed, undoing the knot that kept the front of her top tied together.

There was a lot of things that Steve missed bout the 30s and 40s but he loved his modern girl.

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Lotion Up

Also no proofreading on this. A little more of Steve & Leah’s quarantine adventures.

1.2k words of just fluff n smut again.

Leah’s hair was clean, body washed, exfoliated, shaved, and now, she was just standing beneath the spray of the water from the new shower head Steve had installed over the weekend.

She was really starting to enjoy having someone around her old brownstone to do some improvements.

“My love? Are you going to stay in there forever?” She heard Steve call. She knew he was getting ready to fire up the grill for dinner.

Stepping out and wrapping a towel around her body, she returned to her bedroom where Steve had her slinky, short bath robe waiting. Steve, being the gentleman he was, held it open and slid it up her bare arms without his eyes lingering too long on her body.

“Thanks, baby,” she smiled, pecking his lips softly.

“Lotion?” He offered, walking over to her vanity, which housed an entire store’s worth of products.

“You pick,” she smiled, sitting on the edge of her bed, scrunching a small towel through her hair to cut down on some of the extra water.

Steve let his fingers drift through some of the bottles, selecting his favorite, wild honeysuckle. He turned walking back toward the bed, stopping just short of the bed with his hand outstretched. 

Leah grinned, lifting her leg up to rest against his thigh.

“Wanna lend a hand?” She asked. Steve blushed but nodded nonetheless.

“Gladly,” he replied, flicking the top of the bottle and trailing the bottle from the top of her thigh all the way down to the tip of her toes.

Leah signed contently. There was a soft breeze coming through the bedroom windows, she was nice and relaxed from her shower and Steve was a consummate pro with his hands.

Steve gently massaged the lotion into her legs, taking great pride in his handiwork. Leah flopped back down against het mattress, eyes closed and arms raised above her head, exposing even ore of her soft, lush skin to her boyfriend.

“You have the softest skin of anyone I’ve ever met,” he said quietly, incredibly focused on his job, bringing her foot up even higher to his chest so he could easily reach lower on her thigh.

“You going around touching a lot of people’s legs, huh?” She asked, squealing as he gave her a soft pinch with a roll of his eyes.

“You know what I mean,” he murmured, eyes once again locked in as he took the bottle and squeezed another thick line of the white lotion down her right leg.

“Well we can be a team effort here,” she sighed happily, reveling in his strong hands massaging her ankle and being very thorough as he worked his way up her leg. With her eyes drifting shut, she enjoyed the rubdown, certain that it should become part of her regular ritual.

“Anywhere else you need to moisturize?” Steve asked, bringing her out of her trance a few moments later.

“Do you see any dry spots?” Lauren asked, effortlessly untying the sash of her robe and letting the silky fabric fall to her sides. Steve gulped and she watched as his eyes dilated.

“I see maybe… one or two,” he gulped, flicking the top on the lotion bottle for a third time, letting a quick line of it jump from her belly button to her breasts. She laughed, arching into his touch as he spread his massive hands up her stomach to her breasts, palming them greedily.

“Steve,” she moaned breathlessly.

“This is a very important job I take quite seriously,” he replied. She could feel just how seriously he took it as he stepped closer to her body, his hardening cock pressing through his jeans against her sex.

She jumped again at the contact. 

“Steve,” she sighed, eyes fluttering shut as she pushed back down against him. “Gimme more,” she purred. He continued his circle, running his hands up from her stomach to her breasts again, his cock pressing against her. Leah looped her legs around him, drawing him in close to keep him nice and tight to her body.

Steve slunk to his knees in front of the bed, hands dragging down her body to run over the mound of her sex.

“So soft,” he commented, using this thumbs to gently open her up. Leah nearly launched herself off of the bed as he pressed his tongue to her with a wide, flat lick, her toes curling up tight immediately. Steve never did anything in a rush, especially when it came to the bedroom. She settled in, draping her legs over this shoulders and down his back as he contently lapped at her honey with long, deliberate strokes.

With his eyes closed and enjoying his treat with the same fervor he’d enjoy an ice cream cone, she groaned gratefully, his big hand spanning her lower stomach from hip to hip to keep her in place.

“Steve,” she sighed, her fingers raking through his short-cropped hair - a result of a homemade haircut. Steve was rather pleased with himself as his tongue swirled around her clit, one of his fingers sliding into her sex gently. There were definitely no dry spots here.

Leah would never ask how he got so good at this, but she was more than pleased to be the person who reaped the rewards of his skill.

She squealed as his raked his teeth over her mound before rolling her little pearl between his lips gently, his finger curling up to find that one little spot that would make her see stars.

“Baby stop,” she exhaled, setting off his reaction as he backed off immediately, pressing kisses to the inside of her thighs.

“Too much?” He asked.

“I want you inside of me,” she said quietly, feeling greedy.

Steve licked his lips, collecting any moisture before standing, unbuckling his belt before unbuttoning his jeans and dragging his zipper down.

“Lemme,” Leah all but slurred, reaching and hooking her fingers into both his jeans and briefs, dragging them down his legs. “Wow,” she smiled, his cock standing at attention.

“You’ve seen it before,” he murmured.

“And yet… wow.” She grinned, circling a hand around his length and giving him a quick pump. She laid back on the bed, eagerly spreading her legs for him. Steve looped his hands around her thighs and dragged her to the edge of the bed.

Steve didn’t waste any time, sliding into her hot, wet sex. With one thumb pressed firmly against her engorged clit, he pulled a long, deep moan out of her as he pulled out again.

HIs slow, methodical strokes were driving her insane. 

“Baby, please,” she whimpered.

“Please?” He asked, thumbs running circles over her hips.

“I want it harder.” She huffed, “please, Stevie.”

Steve complied, picking up his pace and leaning more into each thrust.

“Yes, baby,” she covered her face with her hands, feeling entirely blissed out as her orgasm rolled its way through her body, pinging off each of her ribs before heading south.

Steve gasped as he came, holding Leah’s hips tightly up against him, jerking softly. Leah reveled in the muscles that stretched across his taut and tense body.

“I swear, I was just trying to help,” Steve grinned bashfully.

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Quarantine Dream

Wrote this out of pure boredom and my own quarantine horniness.

2.6k words of fluff and porn. That’s all it is.

Apologies for any typos. LMK if you want to see more interludes from Leah & Steve’s quarantine.

A pandemic-level virus was not something Steve Rogers needed to worry about. The serum removed that threat years ago. However, for Leah, things were not quite the same.

She loved her little D.C. walkup and though she and Steve had only been dating for a little over nine months, they decided to take the plunge and quarantine together. Steve vowed to refrain from work he couldn’t do from her brownstone to cut down on the likelihood of bringing anything home.

Steve was old-fashioned, obviously. But he helped with cooking, cleaning, and maintained some of the things around her home that needed help like a kitchen cabinet not sitting quite right in its hinge.

However, he still turned a little pink when he’d help fold laundry and pull out an especially risqué pair of panties from the hamper. Leah loved it. She, on the other hand, took great pleasure in folding Steve’s underwear, no matter how flustered he’d get seeing the hold a pair of his boxer briefs.

They both spent most of their weekdays working in separate rooms of the house. They outfitted an alcove of Leah’s bedroom to fit Steve’s desk and computers, while she took over the spare bedroom to continue teaching her second-grade class.

Steve relished in the act of bringing up a sandwich to her office for lunch only to hear the group of 18 seven-year-olds dissolve into chatter and giggles.

“Hi, Mr. Steve!” They’d chorus, sometimes tipping off Leah to his location before she noticed him.

“Hi kids!” He’d smile back, showing off those perfectly aligned and whitened teeth. He’d set down the little plate with a turkey and ham sandwich and just the right amount of Doritos chips before announcing - “I think it’s close to lunch time!”

Leah humored him because the kids loved it and she often times needed the reminder.

“Okay everyone, after lunch, we’ll get back together and go over our multiplication tables.” She said sweetly before signing off.

The days went by quickly, and though Leah loved the extra time with her beau, she started noticing the real differences between them and their preferences. Steve could really do with some time to let his hair down.

“Baby?” Leah called from the kitchen one Sunday morning, digging through the fridge.

“Yes, my love?” He asked, walking in to join her. Always so formal. His eyes raked up and down her form - donning a lacy pair of pink panties that were somewhere between a thong and shorts, one of his workout shirts and nothing else but the white nail polish on her toes.

“I can’t find the orange juice - did we get some on our last Instacart order?” She frowned, closing the door.

“Uh,” Steve replied plainly. His brain shorting for two reasons - the swell of her ass from beneath the pink lace to the idea of working the Instacart app. He still wasn’t very mobile-friendly.

“Baby,” she laughed, turning and sliding her hands around his sides to press her face into his chest. “I told you I could do it.” She murmured, hands resting at the top of his jeans.

As previously stated, Steve was old fashioned. He didn’t hang around in comfy clothes. He got up, showered, put on his clothes for the day, changed once a day to go to the gym, showered again, then put street clothes back on. He ate meals at the dining table or breakfast bar, put out his pajamas on the dresser each morning and never skipped his deodorant.

Leah’s goal was to get him to lounge. Embrace athleisure. Maybe even go barefoot.

“I’ll get it this time, I swear,” he blushed as she slid her hands up his back from beneath his navy T-shirt.

“Baby, it’s 10 a.m. on a Sunday,” she pointed out, hands running over the brown leather belt. “Don’t you ever want to just hang out in your jammies?” She asked, looking up at him with her chin balanced right below the line of his pecs.

“I’ll get nothing done if I just hang around in my comfy clothes,” he pointed out, gulping softly as she slid her hands down into the back of his denim pockets.

“Doesn’t that sound nice?” She purred, burying her face in this chest yet again. “Why don’t you go sit on the couch and I’ll make us breakfast, okay?”

“Do you want me to set the table?” He offered, kissing her forehead.

“We’re not eating at the table,” she winked.

Half an hour later, with a glass of milk tucked under her arm for the soldier and two plates of breakfast sausage and french toast, she wandered her way into the family room and set everything down on the coffee table. Steve was perched on the couch reading a book.

“It looks great, Lee,” he complimented, giving her a smile that made heart flutter.

“Thanks baby,” she smiled, straightening up. “Now, stand up,” she insisted. He complied, sticking a crisp $5 bill in his book to keep his spot, setting it on the side table.

She took a long, good look at him before meeting his gaze.

“Now, pants off.” She instructed. He opened his mouth to protest. “I mean it, Rogers. This is a no-pants brunch.” He almost went to argue again, but in the spirit of solidarity, he unbuckled his jeans and stepped out of them before draping them over the back of the adjacent lazy chair. “Socks, too.” She added. Again, he complied, tucking them into one another and setting them on top of his jeans. “I want your butt right here, and legs going that way.” She pointed him to sit with his back agains the arm of the chair and legs stretched across the three couch cushions. 

Climbing onto the couch, she carefully wedged herself between his thighs, tucking her feet beneath the juncture of the couch cushion and the arm, practically in his lap.

Steve immediately flushed pink at how close her warm center was to his very interested cock, and with just the thin layers of cotton - well, in her case, lace - between them.

“Here baby,” she handed him his plate. They held their plates in their hands, chatting about a few things they wanted to get done around the house that week.

“I went to Bachman’s on Friday and reserved a couple of hanging baskets for the courtyard.” Steve said, “thought you’d like the purple ones.” He spoke of the small 14 x 14 outdoor space off the back of the living room - just enough to fit a few chairs and some string lights.

“Thanks, baby,” Leah smiled. The space was their sanctuary. Outdoor, private and kept them from going to stir crazy during the week.

“I can run and get them after brunch and hang them, then I’ve got some lumber coming to put together that planter box.” He continued, eating his french toast. “So I’ll start sanding them down, make sure they’re cut to size. Sometimes you get them and they’re a few inches or so off.” He explained.

“Today?” Leah pouted.

“Yeah, they close at 2, so I only have a small window to grab ‘em.” He explained.

“But they’ll be there tomorrow, right?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

Steve looked up from his plate of french toast to see Leah looking back at him, her big brown eyes as innocent as could be.

“Yeah, they’ll be there tomorrow,” he acquiesced. 

“You’ve got just a little,” she leaned forward, flattered by the small drop of maple syrup balancing just carefully on his lower lip. He barely let her close the space before leaning forward, pressing his lips to hers.

He twitched subtly, but felt the earth shift when her sex pressed against his with the forward rock of her hips.

“Lee,” he blushed.

As previously stated, Steve was old fashioned. She had wondered in the beginning stages of their dating life if he was going to tell her he was a virigin, or was saving himself for marriage, - thankfully that was not the case. But Steve was traditional, vanilla, romantic. Things that were just fine - she was always satisfied. Leah, however was a modern woman, and she was ready to teach her old dog some new tricks.

She easily slid her plate, then his, to the coffee table before wrapping her arms around his neck and nesting herself much more comfortably and directly in his lap.

Feeling his hard length was always a flattering feeling that sent a thrill up her spine. His hands traveled up the length of her back and down again, holding her tightly to him.

“I love how big your hands are,” she admitted, lips brushing his. “You’re so strong,” she purred, kissing him again, knowing he could feel her hard nipples against his chest. Steve was a boob guy. She knew he never minded when she’d wear his workout shirts - the thin, breathable fabric always displaying her breasts in a way that he really appreciated. 

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” He huffed, trailing kisses from her lips, down to her neck.

“Absolutely not,” She giggled, running a hand up the nape of his neck to the back of his head, sending another shudder throughout his body. She pressed her mouth to the shell of his ear, soft pants coming in waves against him. “I want you to fuck me on this couch, Steve.” She purred, sending every hair on his body to stand at attention.

“O-on the couch?” He asked, having a hard time thinking straight as all the blood in his body rushed toward his cock in a way that had him momentarily dizzy.

“On the couch,” she repeated. “Think you can do that?” She asked, feeling the dampness collecting in her sex.

“Anything you want,” he insisted. 

“I want you to rip these panties off of me,” she said, rocking her hips into him once more, this time, leaving the faintest trace of wetness against the heather grey of his boxer briefs.

He reached down and complied to her wishes as if her were flicking a light switch.

“I need you in me, baby, I need you bad,” she tossed her head back, grinding her sex against him in a way that had him second-guessing his heart health.

Steve reaches down into his briefs, pulling out his cock and surprising even himself at how hard he was, the angry-looking head staring right back at him. Leah planted her in the couch and gripped the arm behind Steve, lifting herself just enough for him to slide more beneath her. They both groaned out as she sandwiched his cock between his abs and her pussy, grinding up and down the length in a way that felt like pure greed. The crown of his mushroom head caught against her clit as she spread her arousal up and down the length of it.

“Lee,” Steve stuttered.

“It’s so big, Steve,” she whimpered. He was going to commit the image to his memory forever - the inviting pink of her sex spread out atop him, her hooded clit peeking out in a way that was taunting him. She leaned back, bracing her hands against his knees, taking everything from him as she rubbed herself with more vigor against him. Then, she lifted herself just enough to hover, allowing him to reach down and grasp his length. Now, she was the strong one, as she let herself slowly sink down on top of his cock, pausing as she took just the head inside of her vice grip.

It took everything in Steve to not thrust up into her.

“You’re so big,” she echoed, “God, I just want you in me all the time,” she damn near whimpered.

“Lee, please,” he begged with an exhale. She sucked the remaining breath out of him as she allowed her body weight to drop, taking his full length and girth at once. Steve shouted as he bottomed out. Leah swirled her hips, side to side and up and down, taking exactly what she wanted from him. Steve straightened his posture, reaching for the hem of his own shirt agains her skin before bringing it up and over her head.

Wetness pooled against the grey band of his briefs as she rode him, and the sounds she made as she bounced were borderline pathetic. Steve needed more control. 

Leah yelped when she found herself laid across the length of the couch, Steve’s cock buried inside her as he hovered over her body

“Give it to me,” she begged, pushing her hips up against him. Steve complied, setting a hard, relentless pace that caused her eyes to cross momentarily.

“Is this what you want?” He husked in her ear, two of his big, blocky fingers pressed against her clit.

“Yes,” she begged, nails dragging down the expanse of his marble back, causing goosebumps to erupt all over his body. Leah wrapped her legs around his lower body and he braced one hand above her head against the arm of the couch, the other holding one of her thighs - keeping her nice and tight to him.

“Steve, I need you to cum inside me,” she whimpered, causing him to stutter his movements. “Please, baby, I need it.” She begged.

“You need it?” He asked, gritting his teeth as she clamped down on his cock, dragging as much out of him as she could.

“Need you to fill me up,” she panted.

Steve watched as she reached down, circling her clit with her fingers as she thrust up to meet him with every movement. He could feel it coming in the soles of his feet - the backs of his thighs getting sweaty as he began to shudder.

“Come on, Lee,” he huffed.

“Want me to come on your cock?” She asked, watching as his eyes dilated.

“Yes,” he all but growled.

“Say it,” she demanded. “Tell me you want me to come on your cock,” she panted again.

“I want you to come on my cock,” he parroted. “Now.”

Leah squealed as her body thrummed, clamping down as every muscle below her heart spasmed, complimented by the feeling of Steve’s orgasm painting her insides. Steve jerked haphazardly, taken aback by the strength of his orgasm. 

She ran her hands up the solid ridges of his abs to her chest as they each caught their breath.

“No,” she pouted as he moved to pull out. “C’mere.” Steve obliged, mentally still floating above his body as she pulled him down to rest on her chest, his softening cock still tucked deep within her. He nuzzled into the swell of her breasts as she ran her nails gently up and down his back, hands resting on his ass. As soon as he felt like he could make words again, he pressed a kiss to her breast.

“How long have you been planning that?” He asked, preening as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“I think about it every time I see you,” she replied casually.

“Every time you see me?” He asked, a little bewildered, eyes looking up at her from her cleavage. 

“Every single time,” She replied, loving the way a pink blushed dusted his cheeks. She resumed his back rub, “I think about you taking me on this couch, bending me over the back of it, over there on the kitchen counter, in the shower, in the backyard, at your desk in your office…” she trailed off. Steve grinned a secret little smirk, pressing another kiss to her breast.

“Well, it’s a good thing we’ve got plenty of time left inside this house.”

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Just the Three of Us

This is a snippet of a Steve Rogers x OFC I’ve been working on. Let me know if you’d like to read more!

Steve takes care of his girlfriend’s daughter who has an ear infection - she asks some heavy questions.

TW: None

After watching Frozen and Frozen II back to back, Ivy was still fussy and struggling with a minor ear infection. Steve had administered her eardrops earlier in the night and they had both enjoyed a mug of hot cocoa before he resorted to the same move he had seen Dani make in the past. He cradled her against his chest, swaying softly as she played with the soft, short hairs at the nape of his neck.

He was sure he was spoiling her, but he didn’t care. He loved her so much and sometimes he swore he could feel her pain.

“Baby beluga,” he sang quietly as he rocked her back and forth. “Baby beluga."

“Steve,” she mumbled eyes still closed with a fistful of his shirt in her hand.

“Yeah Ive?” He asked, gently swaying back and forth. She was definitely too big to be held like a baby.

“Why did you get to stay, but my Daddy didn’t?”

Steve tried not to pause as he swayed back and forth, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“You both fought bad guys.” She pointed out.

Steve considered his language carefully.

“Your Daddy was a very strong man,” Steve began. “And sometimes the strongest people have to carry the heaviest things.” He added. “It’s not always fair, but I know your Daddy would have stayed with you if he could."

“You’re going to stay, right Steve?” She asked, looking up at him with hazel eyes that he was sure could see the future.

“As long as you’ll let me,” he agreed.

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Michael B. Jordan as Adonis Creed in Creed (2015)

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Prelude

This is a result of pure boredom at work... 

Let me know if you’d like to read more.

This is a Steve Rogers x OFC.

TW: brief mention of suicide.

Prelude...

A computer.

Steve rolled his eyes when he first unpackaged the sleek, dark grey laptop.

Surely it was a joke.

Wanda assured him that now he was living in the 21st century, at least until further notice, he needed to update his tech game - at minimum to a rudimentary skill level.

Steve’s trip back to the 50’s post delivering the infinity stones to their required locations didn’t go as planned. There, he wasn’t being waited on. Life had moved on without him and he couldn’t bring himself to disrupt the established harmony - no matter how badly he wanted to belong again.

HIs friends, his duty and his life were in 2023 now.

That, and the Avengers needed direction. With Tony and Natasha gone, the team lacked tactical vision and strategy. He had to be sure there was a dedicated leader in place. Besides, what was he going to do with his time anyway?

Just try not to fall into a loop of cat videos. Wanda wrote.

He did. He had no regrets.

Each morning, Steve checked in with the usual suspects from either his room high atop the tower or from his condo in D.C. He also called Pepper every other morning to say hello and make sure she was well.

But now, three months after… the event, Steve was a little lost. So he turned to his computer, where he found another local support group for veterans. He wasn’t exactly living the life he intended, Stark technology or not, and knew that talking with others would be the best thing to do.

That’s what brought him to the St. Mark’s Church in Arlington that night - and many nights after as he visited a gathering for veterans. Not a structured meeting, but just a place where people could get together and share experiences and stories. Somewhere they could be with people who understood.

She was stunning. Beyond stunning actually. Brunette hair, deep, soulful eyes and dimples he could park a car in. He watched as she struggled with a box as she moved it from one table to another.

“Please, let me help.” He insisted, lifting the box from her hands. It had some heft to it, but nothing that made him flex a muscle.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “I always forget that just because I can fit everything in one box doesn’t mean I should.”

“Are you staying for the meeting?” Steve asked, setting the box in its rightful place before fixing his baseball cap.

“No, just dropping off supplies.” She replied, moving another, smaller box. “I sometimes help Terry out with donations when she needs a hand.” She added.

“That’s kind of you,” Steve added. “I’m sure a lot of people here appreciate it.”

“I’m sure they appreciate you being here, too,” she said with a knowing look.

“I’m just another body to fill seats,” he insisted. “It’s easy to listen and I’ve got time.” He looked around the room with upwards of 20 people milling about, drinking punch and chatting. “Did you serve?” He asked.

“No,” she smiled sadly. “My husband, did.” She added.

“Is he here tonight?” Steve asked before he could think. A dumb question to ask.

“No, he passed about two years ago,” she replied.

“I’m very sorry for your loss,” Steve said quietly. “I apologize for asking.”

“It’s okay,” She reassured. “‘Kinda why I like to help out when I can here,” she said, also glancing around the room. “Maybe if Ronnie had come to more things like this… he’d still be here.” She shrugged.

Steve felt worse. It didn’t sound as if combat was why her husband was no longer there.

“Well there’s plenty of spouses and others who come as well,” Steve supplied. “If you have any interest in staying.”

“Oh, I -" She began.

“Ma-ma,” Her head snapped to the left as a little girl in footie pajamas came wandering toward the two.

“Ivy!” She all but gasped, “you know very well you’re not supposed to get out of your booster seat or the car."

“It wasn’t hard,” the little girl shrugged, a white teddy in one hand and the other pushing her own brunette hair back from her face. Steve gave a small smile.

“Can we get French fries?” She asked, walking right up to her mother and resting her chin against her thigh, looking up at her with big, glassy eyes.

“No, we’re not getting French fries,” the woman insisted, running a hand through the little girl’s hair. “You had dinner hours ago.”

“Who are you?” Ivy asked, looking over at the man standing near her mother. He fixed his baseball cap to reveal more of his face before crouching down to her level very slowly.

“I’m Steve, what’s your name?” He asked, sticking out his hand.

“Ivy Elena Markham,” she replied, shaking his hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Ivy Elena Markham.” He replied. “You walked all the way through the parking lot?” He asked, to which she shrugged.

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “The car is boring.”

“You know why it’s extra important to listen to your Mama?” He asked, capturing her attention. “Because she’s got a direct line to Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the tooth fairy.” He said, watching as she twisted her foot nervously. “And they take calls all year ‘round.”

“Mama I’m sorry,” Ivy pouted at her mother.

“It’s okay baby, but you need to stay in the car when I say so,” she insisted. “What if you got hit by a car, huh?” She asked running her hand through her daughter’s hair again. “Where are my manners? I’m Dani,” she turned to Steve.

“Dani Louise Markham,” Ivy parroted from the ground.

“It’s nice to meet you, Dani.” He smiled warmly. “I’m Steve,” he added.

“Mama,” Ivy tugged on her pant leg.

“I know baby, let’s head home, huh?” She asked.

“French fries!” She smiled happily. Her mother was no stranger to a late-night fries and Diet Coke run.

“We’ll see,” Dani reached down and swung Ivy up and onto her hip. “Thanks for your help, Steve,” she repeated. “And thanks for being a resource, they could use it.”

“Everyone needs a friendly ear once and a while,” he said pointedly.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” She smiled. “Come on, bug, let’s see what we can do about some fries.”

Ivy waved goodbye to Steve over her mother’s shoulder.

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BRODERICK HUNTER

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Love Me

Give me a run for my money. There is nobody, no one to outrun me.

Erik Killmonger x OC

A little bit different than what I posted from earlier today. I don’t write smut too often, so please be gentle.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, feelings, porn for sure

“Fuck, Erik,” Lia groaned, turning her head, face down in the mattress as she let out a loud, long moan.

She swore she could feel every bristle of the beard he insisted upon keeping that month against her swollen, wet lips. Soon, she could feel the little jolts of lightning striking the soles of her feet.

“Erik, please,” she whimpered, hips trying to escape as she pressed them down and towards the bed. A shiver ripped through her as his hands roughly pulled her lower-half back towards his unrelenting mouth.

“Please, what? Huh?” He asked, diving back in, tongue teasing her entrance as his hands gently, massaged the insides of her thighs - the gentle separation of her labia teasing her clit.

“Baby, I’m gonna-“ Lia choked out. Erik trailed soft kisses from her sex down to the back of her knee. 

Taking his cock in hand, he pulled himself close to her body.

“Tell me you want this dick,” he growled dragging the blunt head of his cock back and forth agains her clit, which was starving for attention.

“I want it, Erik, give it to me,” she shivered again, feeling far from an out-of-body-experience. 

“How ‘bout this, huh?” He asked, teasing her other entrance with his wet thumb. Lia wanted to scream - but in the same way she wanted to scream just as a rollercoaster dropped over its highest peak.

She was truly short of words, offering a sad sob as his cock filled her the same time his thumb sunk into her tight heat. Her hands tightened into fists, gripping the edge of the mattress at the top of the bed.

“Fuck,” Erik groaned - he’d never get used to the feeling of her red-hot, velvety sex. “Tell me you love it,” he stroked into her again, his free hand pushing up her back from the base of her spine to her shoulder.

“I love it,” she sighed, “I love you.”

His hand trailed back down again, fingers splaying across her stomach and pulling her up - his front flush against her back.

“I love you, too,” he mumbled into her ear, picking up the pace as his hips snapped into  her.

Both of his arms wrapped around her, his face pressed into her neck as he continued to stroke.

“God, Erik,” she whimpered, jerking softly as one of his hands trailed down to her clit and the other played softly with her breast.

He held her tightly as a tremor ran through her body. Turning her head, Lia met Erik in a kiss as he passed his fingers over her clit in a way that her nerves completely on fire.

She moaned into her husband’s mouth, stars popping behind her eyes.

“I see it on your face,” Erik said, struggling against his own orgasm as her sex gripped his cock tightly.

“You know what I want,” she bit her lip and looked at him in that way that got her every single thing she wanted and more.

Erik pulled out, watching with hooded eyes as Lia laid down in the bed, patting the space next to her. Her husband followed suit, cock still in hand as she rolled over on top of him. Sinking back down on him felt like coming home.

Lia snaked her hand down between them, teasing her clit to make her whole body twitch.

“Cum in me,” she gasped in his ear.

Erik reveled in the feeling of her breasts against his own chest, littered with scars of his past life.

“Please baby,” she begged, her eyes squeeze shut as she soaked in this body warmth. Erik wrapped his arms around her again, feeling the pull of her orgasm as her sex clamped down on his cock in a way that made him see God. Or in this case - Goddess.

“Erik!” She gasped, toes curled as she felt a white-hot heat between them.

“Take it, Lia,” he encouraged her gently, hands running up an down her back, softly jerking as he rode it out. Not soon after, he felt her body go slack on top of his.

“No,” she whined in protest as he moved slightly beneath her a few minutes later.

“Shh, I’m just grabbing a blanket,” he assuaged her fear. Erik loved when she was clingy - not that he’d ever admit it.

Draping the comforter over still intertwined bodies, he cradled her against him.

“I love you so much,” Lia sighed, moving gently as his soft length still filled her. “You are the best part of my life.” She traced his bottom lip with her thumb.

“Go to sleep,” he mumbled before kissing her. “I’m gonna be right her when you wake up.”

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Mister, Mister

And they call it puppy love...

Erik Killmonger x OC

This one is extra short, but the visual was haunting me. Next one will be smut.

Warnings: none, fluff

“What a handsome boy,” Lia cooed, laying on her back as the black lab puppy nuzzled into the warmth of her chest. “Just so handsome, aren’t you?” She asked, stroking its velvet-soft ears.

Lia massaged the pup’s ears as he exhaled loudly into her skin, tired from running through the backyard all day.

“Daddy is going to love you so much,” she assured, pressing little kisses to his warm snout. “We just need to potty train you right way and keep you away from his sneakers, huh Mister?” She asked.

Tired enough that he didn’t even perk up upon hearing the garage door open, Mister happily chewed on Lia’s fingers with his sharp little puppy teeth.

“Okay, let’s go see Daddy,” Lisa said, clutching the pup to her chest as she pulled herself up from the ground.

“That’s right, Daddy’s home,” Erik called, stepping out of his shoes and hanging his car keys. “Now come give him some sugar,” he added.

“Hey Daddy,” Lia simpered, meeting her husband in the kitchen.

“Lia,” Erik said warningly. “That better not be what it looks like.”

“Erik, don’t let him hear you,” she insisted, smoothing a hand down over Mister’s ears once more.

“Lia,” Erik eyed the dog wearily. “Come on, you know we don’t have time for this.” He shuffled back as she stepped closer and closer with the puppy in her arms.

“Just hold him, Daddy,” she insisted, pouting out her lower lip.

“Li,” he groaned. “don’t do this.” He insisted.

“Come on Daddy, one little snuggle.” She watched his Adam’s apple jump in his neck.

Erik reluctantly took the puppy into his arms. Mister could sense his unease, and unceremoniously planted little puppy kisses all over the underside of his jaw, accentuating with little nibbles.

“Aye, that’s the money-maker,” he scolded, tapping the pup on its nose.

“Baby, we both know that’s not your money-maker,” Lia smirked, stepping closer to her husband to cradle the puppy between them.

“Li, I’m not picking up shit.” Erik said, running his knuckles over the top of Mister’s head and behind his ear, hiding a grin as the  dog’s back leg kicked in happiness.

“Fine,” Lia said airily. “Then I can only suppose that if you won’t pick up after Mister, you won’t pick up after a baby.” She glanced up at him through her freshly-filled lashes.

Mister let out a little, gruntled howl as he demanded attention.

“What baby? Daddy being mean?” Lia asked, scooping the little guy from Erik’s arms. “I know, he’s a grump, isn’t he?” She peppered his soft little head with kisses.

“Where’s my kiss, huh?” Erik called. “Where are Daddy’s kisses?” He asked, watching as his wife disappeared into the family room.

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Psycho Boyfriend

There’s nothing more that I can do, this maniac’s in love with you

Erik Killmonger x OC

Was bored at work, so here we are. Thanks for all the love on “Workout”

Warnings: none

“I’ll meet you there, I’m going to swing by and drop off these for Ashley,” Lisa said, leaning over and planting a kiss on the corner of Erik’s mouth, careful of the flower arrangement in her hands.

“Meet me there?” Erik frowned, “I’ll come with you,” he insisted.

“No, you make Ashley nervous and she’s recovering from a major surgery,” Lia said with finality. “You go ahead, get a first round down, and I’ll be there before you know it.” She called, within eyeshot of his chair in the family room. She stood in front of the entryway mirror, adjusting the baby pink sundress that tied securely around the smallest part of her waist and fell to just below her knees.

“You want me to deal with your mama before you get there?” He asked, eyes trailing up her figure.

“What, you afraid she’s going to take a bite?” Lia grinned. “You can handle her.” She insisted. “Drive safe, baby,” she called grabbing her car keys and heading toward the garage.

Climbing into her little black two-seater, Lia rolled down her windows to enjoy the June sunshine. Arranging the flowers on the floor next to her, she moved her gear into reverse before the garage door opened. She shifted it back to park as Erik approached her car door.

“That supposed to be a kiss?” He asked, sauntering over to her car door, leaning over on the matte door.

Lia grinned, running her hands up the back of his neck to cradle his head as she pressed a real kiss to his lips. He chased the kiss as she tried to pull away, nipping at her bottom lip.

“One more or I’m gonna leave you for your mama.” He insisted. She rolled her eyes but indulged him nonetheless.

“See you soon,” she gave a wave of her hand, the sunlight catching her five-carat solitaire and projecting spots around the garage. Not exactly a family heirloom, but T’Challa did help him pick it out.

Erik watched as she left the neighborhood. He hated going to his in-law’s house alone.

An hour later, Lia was pulling up to the street where her parents still lived in her childhood home. A few cars back, the party was spilling out into the front lawn as her family celebrated summertime. She maneuvered her wedges through the grass, smiling at familiar faces as she looked for her beau.

“Lia!” She turned, seeing her cousin, Alec, with some of his friends.

“Hey, Allie,” she teased, giving him a hug. A nickname he���d hated since they were kids.

“Lee, you know Jax and Leo, this is Robbie and Tony,” he introduced her around to his friends. She flinched as she felt a hand on her lower back.

“Nah, she’s got a psycho boyfriend,” Alec laughed, making Tony retract his hand as quickly as possible.

“Husband,” she corrected with a grin.

“Even worse,” Alec replied.

“Nice you see you again and meet you,” she greeted, “I’m going to go find something to eat.” She bowed out gracefully.

The yard itself was at capacity, it not past it. She knew where her mama and daddy would be perched and was ready to avoid the area at all costs. She could also smell burgers on the grill and found herself drifting toward the aroma.

“Lia!” She snapped her head toward the incoming sound.

“Hi mama,” she greeted, reveling in the comfort of her mother’s arms as she hugged her tight.

“You not eating?” Her mother asked, testing Lia’s ability to not roll her eyes in front of her.

“I’m eating,” she assured. “But I was going to grab some food, right now.” She added.

“Your boyfriend is haunting a corner around here somewhere,” her mama replied.

“Mama he’s my husband,” Lia sighed. "You may recall? You were there when it happened.” Lia’s mother squeezed her arm before floating back to the mingling groups.

Lia fixed a plate, stopping by a cooler to grab a bottle of water as she tried to search the crowd for Erik. Her platform shoes weren’t doing much to help.

“Where’s that crazy boyfriend of yours, huh?” Lia didn’t mind rolling her eyes at her sister.

“Probably hiding from mama,” Lia replied.

“Everybody need to stop calling me your boyfriend,” Erik’s voice startled her as he approached from the other side.

“Hi Erik,” Tina smiled sweetly.

“Hi baby,” Lia kissed him quickly.

“Bye Lia,” Tina said, turning on her heel, but not before giving her brother-in-law the stink eye.

“What did you do to her?” Lia asked with a laugh as Erik led her over to an empty patio chair under a red umbrella, blocking the sun’s hot rays.

“Wouldn’t buy booze for her and her lil friends,” he shrugged. The single chair left no other option than for Lia to sit in his lap. She held the plate and took turns feeding Erik and herself. “How’s Ashley?” He asked.

“Oh!” Lia reached into the pocket of her dress, pulling out her phone. “Look,” She pulled up the photo app. “Malia May,” she introduced her best friend’s new baby. “She’s tiny,” she marveled, Erik holding the plate as she scrolled through the million photos she took. “Isn’t she darling?” Lia asked, acutely aware of Erik’s hand sliding up and down her legs on the raised footrest of the chair.

“When you gonna let me put one of those in you?” Erik all but growled in her ear, his hand sliding dangerously close to the exact spot he’d like to put something.

“Li Li! Tell your crazy boyfriend to stop being gross!” Lia’s 10-year-old cousin, shouted, earning her all sorts of attention she wasn’t interested in.

“He’s my husband!"

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Workout

Today I missed my workout but it worked out.

Erik Killmonger x OC 

First time writing in a while, sorry if it’s trash. Just a little something.

Warnings: Possessive behavior, fluff, minimal dialogue, smut

“The fuck you doing?” Erik asked, eyes bugged out as he stepped into the open garage, Lia bent over at the waist, hands on her ankles. He was sure he hadn’t seen that outfit in the dresser before.

Sunshine yellow Nike pros and a matching sports top clung to her skin the same way he did after a couple drinks on a Friday night. Last night, to be exact, and it was way too damn early for this - the sun wasn’t even up yet.

“Li,” he all but growled.

Straightening her posture, she pulled one earbud from the side of her head.

“What?” She frowned. His most commonly-used tone was pissed-off. She, on the other hand, was having a good morning, and wasn’t going to let his sour face ruin her mood. It was entirely too early in the morning for all of that.

“Where you goin’?” He gestured at her body.

“Running.” She replied, crossing one arm over the front of her body.

“Outside?” He replied, acting as if she told him she was going to take a quick jog to New Zealand.

“Nah, thought I’d run in place right here for 30 minutes or so,” she rolled her eyes.

“You can’t be runnin’ around out here wearin’ that.” He ticked his head.

“I’m wearing sunscreen,” she replied, switching arms. “We live in a good neighborhood,” she shrugged.

“You know what I mean,” he all but snarled. 

“What are you going to do?” She smiled sweetly, “stop me? I run this route every day when you’re gone.”

Normally, Erik would never let it fly. He’d snatch her up and toss her right back where she belonged - inside their damn house with him. But for now, he thought he’d let her think she got away with something. Honestly, he just wasn’t feeling the cardio today, but now he had a point to prove.

“Fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” he mumbled, stepping back into the house and upstairs to the bedroom, grabbing a pair of basketball shorts out of the dresser. He was tying the drawstring when he heard the garage door closing. “Aye!” He shouted, stuffing his feet into a pair of Nikes. Tearing out the front door, he caught a glimpse of the yellow rounding the corner four blocks down.

This would be too fun for him. He loved the damn girl, but right now, he was going to have some fun at her expense.

Lia was making good time. She’d done a few 10K races before, but she was working her way up to a half marathon this summer. When she ran early in the morning, the chill kept her from overheating. This morning, she was planning on tapering down to three, maybe three and a half miles.

It wasn’t until about her first mile down that she caught a glimpse of her psycho boyfriend. A whisper of his appearance caught the corner of her eye as she doubled around the block once, heading further toward the running trails ensconced by woods.

“I see you, Erik!” She shouted, answered by silence. 

The run wasn’t enough to exhilarate Erik, but the chase kept a smirk pulled across his full lips. The chase would always get his heart pounding more quickly than any workout could. Plus he loved those yellow pants, making her ass look like a thick lemon he wanted to sink his teeth into.

The streetlights were slowly dimming as sunrise approached and Lia could hear footfalls approaching that were just heavy enough to notice. Turning her head, she saw Erik closing in.

“Erik!” She shouted with a laugh, picking up her speed. She knew he could catch her if he really wanted.

Erik was approaching all cylinders and she was still a few beats ahead of him. She was getting fast. He was just about to extend an arm to reach out and grab her before she took a deep cut left, heading right into the thick of a neighborhood, weaving through backyards. This would be fun.

It wasn’t how Lia saw her morning run going, but she could appreciate the challenge as she ducked under newborn trees and weaved through open gates.

If nothing else, Erik always kept her on her toes.

“Where’s the speed, Lia?” He taunted, not even sounding winded.

“You know I go for distance, asshole!” She laughed, launching herself over a short fence with the help of a Fisher Price slide.

Landing hard on the ground, she collected herself as quickly as possible, turning her head to see Erik land quietly with all the grace in thew world.

“Don’t think about it, Stevens,” She barely dodged his fingertips as she took off again, heart pounding in her ears. 

“Your last name, too, in case you forgot!” He shouted. She wasn’t going to win this.

Their neighbors wouldn’t appreciate the shouting before seven in the morning on a Saturday, but s at the moment, she didn’t seem to care.

Lia could see the facaded fencing lining the entire Stevens property. It looked like any other fence you’d see in suburbia, but with a 12,000 volt charge weaved throughout. 

“You think you’re safe there?” Erik called, grinning. He was close to his prize.

Lia fumbled with her phone to open the garage door that had been closed not 20 minutes earlier, trying to remember if she left the back patio door unlocked after she and Erik pulled themselves from the jacuzzi the night before.

Tearing into their home, she dodged around no less than three pairs of shoes, the sliding glass doors in sight and just out of reach as an arm looped around her waist and effectively killed any momentum she had been building that morning.

“Erik!” She squealed a laugh, “put me down!” She insisted, a rush of air leaving her lungs as his other arm scooped around her the underside of her legs, carrying her like a small child.

“Where you think you goin’ with my breakfast, huh?” He chided. 

“Baby, please, I - ” Lia Stevens landed, with all the grace of a sack of potatoes on their bed, sure she could still feel the warmth from their skin that morning.

“Lookin’ like a goddamn lemon drop,” he mumbled, curling his fingers into the tight elastic waistband of her pants and damn near ripping them down her legs. “How you about to run through this neighborhood with no fuckin’ panties on under this?” He asked - it had been a while since he felt moderately scandalized.

Lia had to keep from laughing in his face.

“Can’t believe you,” he mumbled, running his hands up her stomach and sliding them under her bra, palming her breasts greedily. “Arms up,” he commanded. She was a willing prisoner at this point as he removed the offending article of clothing. “You cute thinkin’ you can run away from me,” he crawled on top of her, pressing a few kisses into her neck as his hips dragged down against her body.

Lia moaned out something unintelligible, feeling the cool cotton of his shorts against the heat of her sex.

“Let’s see you escape me now.”

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Okay but the glasses and the hair and the jean jacket and the “nah, I’m just feelin it” like

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ask me who i am. go on. ask me.