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yikesharringrove · 4 years ago

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omg i love the "god bless steve’s butthole." series so much. like its already a sexy masterpiece, but your attitude around it? impeccable! if you're feeling up to it, i vote full on chastity cage and plug next. perhaps ft. tommy? maybe billy makes steve prove its his hole by lending it to tommy while steve's still caged? good god woman. you bring out my depravity, and i thank you for it!

ao3

this one got away from me but i lowkey really like it

“Billy,” Steve whined, drawing out the two syllables as much as he could. “Bill, please.”

He had been locked in a cock cage for three days.

He was beginning to get sore and cranky.

“Quit your bithcin’ or I’ll make you wear the plugs too.” The specific cock cage came with, attachments, one to slide into his ass, and the other into his cock. Keep him completely full.

Steve was sitting on Billy’s lap, playing with some of the curls that had fallen out of his little ponytail, twirling them between his fingers and giving them a few tugs.

Steve made a high-pitched whine in his throat.

Billy wasn’t looking at him, had been ignoring him for hours while he read.

“It hurts.” Billy raised one eyebrow, still reading, but he took his hand momentarily off of Steve’s lower back, giving him a sharp slap to his ass.

“Don’t care.” Steve pouted at him.

Billy continued to ignore him.

Steve huffed, getting off Billy’s lap.

He knew Billy was watching him as he headed upstairs.

Fine. If Billy was gonna be a douche, Steve was gonna take matters into his own hands.

He wiggled out of his jeans, trying to think unsexy thoughts.

He was gonna try to do this without getting hard, without it hurting.

He took the lube and one of his smaller dildos, and spread out on the bed.

He began with two fingers, his body was used to being stretched out these days.

He tried not to touch his prostate, tried to think about the broken heart Nancy gave him and the black eye Jonathan gave him and things that wouldn’t make him hard in the cage.

This wasn’t for pleasure, this was just to piss Billy off enough that he’ll fuck him into next Tuesday.

He heard Billy shifting around downstairs, and hurriedly switched out his fingers for the small dildo.

He huffed a laugh as he heard Billy on the stairs.

He laid back, making loud moans and whines, panting and writhing.

“You little bitch.”

Steve arched his back, trying not to smile at Billy standing in the doorway.

“You really think I’ll let you out for being a brat?”

Steve heard Billy moving around, but he wasn’t coming any closer.

He looked up, Billy smirking at him, his phone pressed to his ear.

“Yeah, today’s your lucky day. This little slut needs to be taught a damn lesson.”

And then Billy was gone.

Steve took out the dildo, pouting at the doorway.

Steve had been pouting upstairs all day after Billy left him there.

It made Billy laugh as he waited for Tommy.

Tommy had had feelings for Steve for forever, really, and Billy knew, and Billy teased him, but Tommy fucking jumped at the opportunity to fuck Steve, even if it was in a controlled environment.

Steve was curled up in bed when Billy led him upstairs.

He sat on the bed next to him, brushing gentle fingers through his hair.

“You wanna get fucked, Sugar?”

It was so odd, the soft touch, the soft smile, and the dirty words.

But it made Steve melt.

“Yeah. Want you.”

“Oh, no, Baby. Not me.”

And then Steve noticed Tommy.

His eyes went big.

“But-”

“I’m lending my little fucktoy to Tommy.”

He stood up, lounging back into Steve’s desk chair, ready to watch.

Steve stared at Tommy. And spread his legs.

Tommy made a desperate sound, stumbling towards the bed.

He pulled his shirt over his head, running his hands up Steve’s thighs.

“Fuck. So gorgeous.”

Steve preened under the attention, flicking doe eyes back to Billy.

“Billy, I want him to touch me.” He could see the way Billy’s eyes went dark, the way Tommy’s chest flushed.

“Go ahead, Tommy. Play with him.”

Tommy scrambled onto the bed, between Steve’s legs.

A finger was pressed inside him, now warning, no lube.

Billy huffed, getting up angrily and slapping the bottle of lube into Tommy’s chest.

“You better not hurt my little hole, you hear me?”

Tommy nodded, but rolled his eyes when Billy’s back was turned.

Billy sat back into the chair, his thighs spread.

Tommy pressed his finger back in, now slicked up.

Steve’s cock twitched in the cage.

He whined, looking at Billy.

Billy just shrugged.

“You wanna be a little tease? You have to deal with the repercussions.”

Tommy had added another finger, was pumping them in and out of Steve, curling them around.

“Tommy, you ever fucked another guy?”

“No.” Billy smirked at him. Feral.

“So, what? You just watch pornos? Picture my Stevie? You watched our porno?”

And Tommy’s face went a deep shade of red. Billy was practically giddy.

“You have! You’ve watched us fucking! How many times?”

“Lost count.” Billy was just grinning like the cat that got the damn cream.

It’s not like Tommy had watched it over and over again (even though he totally had). But Billy sent him a lot of “accidental” snapchats, a lot of videos of Steve in very compromising positions, so he actually has a decent amount of Steve fodder for his spank bank.

“Well, then go ahead. Live out your little fantasy. Fuck him.”

Steve gave a breathy moan, didn’t like how the boys were looking at one another, wanted them to look at him.

“Tommy,” he whined out like he had Billy’s name. “It hurts. I can’t help it. Let me out, Tommy please.”

Steve watched gleefully as Tommy’s resolve began breaking down.

“Man, can’t you let him out of that thing? It can’t be comfortable.”

“Brat made his choices, and I’ve made mine. If you don’t fuck that little slut hole, I’m gonna do it for you.”

Tommy ground his jaw.

But he complied.

He only had one shot.

He shed his jeans, tossing them away.

He figured Steve could take him without much prep. He’s seen him take bigger with less on Billy’s “accidental” snapchats.

So he shuffled closer to Steve, couldn’t hold eye contact for too long as he sunk inside of him.

Steve’s cock fucking hurt.

It was an angry red in the cage, trying it’s best to get hard with the steel wrapped around it.

Steve tried to take deep breaths as Tommy bean slowly fucking him.

“C’mon, fuck him like you mean it! Don’t sit there and make love to him like a bitch,” Billy jeered from the desk.

Tommy actually growled, and Steve gave a tiny little huh at the sound.

And then Tommy drew his hips back, and Started fucking Steve like he meant it.

Billy actually laughed at the sound of their skin slapping, gave one of his wild cackles as Steve scrambled for purchase, one hand scraping down Tommy’s back, the other holding onto the headboard for dear life.

He didn’t even register Billy moving from his perch until he was crouched next to the bed, speaking right into Steve’s ear.

“He fuck that hole better than me, Kitten?” Steve made a high pitched noise, shaking his head. “Of course he doesn’t. No one fucks my hole like I do.”

Tommy was grunting above him, fucking Steve as rough as he could.

“Make Tommy cum, and I’ll take the cage off.” Billy rasped it right into his ear. Steve moaned at his words, the hot breath on his neck, and clenched up around Tommy, trying to get him there.

“Tommy, please gimme your cum. Want it so bad. Wanna feel you cum inside-”

Tommy buried his face in Steve’s neck, sucking harshly on his soft skin.

His spunk was hot inside of Steve, and the moment Tommy relaxed, Billy was pushing him off and away from Steve.

And Steve hadn’t noticed what was in his hand, not until he was sliding the plug inside his abused hole, and locking it onto the base of the cage.

“But you said-”

“Never said when I’d take it off.”

Billy just grinned at him as he screamed.

“Don’t be such a damn tease next time. Brat.”

#i used to try and be coy abt top/bottom stuff bc its such a Thing in this fandom #which is why its so funny that i have a steve's butthole au like rip to trying to tiptoe around lmao #god bless steves butthole #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #lemons #tommy h

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winterbuckytho · 4 years ago

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The Bright & Gay Adventures of Captain America

Bucky tries to shake his head but his body is sluggish and so he only moves his head side to side slowly as he repeats it again. They were trying to make him forget it. Nazi bastards. He doesn't know why they would do such a goddamn thing but he knows it's evil right off the bat and he will have no part in it. The puncture site of the needles still burn. He can feel whatever was in them creeping in his veins sliding up the center of his spine up further into the base of his skull. It has been painful for hours now making his body feel as if it were going to tear itself apart but he says it again. "James Buchanan Barnes..."

There's something going on. The doctors and gaurds are running out of the place trying to get away but he can't get off the gurney. He has know choice, he has to focus or he'll forget and they want him to forget, they want him to forget everything, they want him a clean slate and he's terrified of what they want to put in place instead of him.

So he says it again because you can take the boy out of Brooklyn but you can't take the "fuck you" to Nazis out of him. Then he hears voice like a goddamn angel right out of Heaven coming down to earth to poor mortal bastards that have gotten themselves in the midst of war. "Bucky!"

He opens his eyes again and as hazey and fuzzy as his vision is he looks up and he sees Steve. That angelic voice... it was Steve. He thinks whatever was in that needle is starting to really fuck him up bad but Steve's unstrapping him from the gurney and getting him up. Steve is very strong for some reason. Bucky wondered for a second if this is some trick something they've done to him like how they were trying to make him forget maybe now they're making him see and hear things.

It sounds plausible until he looks down and sees that Steve is wearing the most outlandish and sort of sexy costume he's ever seen. Steve appears to be dressed in a strange uniform with an American flag on his chest his slim little body looking pretty good in the skin tight outfit and his face and eyes sparkle with energy and good cheer. And he looks so healthy Bucky's never seen Steve look so god damn healthy. he wants to scream with joy because he knows his friend has been doing well, has to have been because he looks so good but he also wants to scream in confusion he has no idea how his lil Stevie got from Brooklyn to Brussels.

"Come on Buck I'm going to get you out of here." he says his voice is confident and strong his body appears to be both just as confident and strong far more than his little package ever has meant to be. "Steve I thought you were... Not cut out for this stuff, what the hell are you doing here??"

"I'm saving your bacon ya big dummy! Come on, shake a tail feather, Bucky!!" Steve says.

A Hydra soldier rounds the corner bumping into them. He backs up a little then see who's in front of him and smiles of nasty little smirk. Of course an asshole like him would like to beat up somebody half sick with poison or whatever in his veins and some other person far smaller than himself.

The Hydra soldiee charges and Steve immediately lashes out, his blue eyes blazing, his smile sharp and cocky, with his other free arm punching the guy in the chest. The man flies nearly 15 ft down the hall and embeds in a dent in the wall then crumples to the floor knocked totally unconscious. Steve holds his fist up and blows air over the top of his knuckles "Say good night, far right. Ehehe, I'll never get tired of doing that."

Bucky laughs "Holy shiiit!! How the fuck did you do that?!" looking back and forth from the crumpled man to tiny Steve next to him.

"Language! You kiss ya mama with that mouth? Hey focus, Buck, we'll talk that over once we get out of here. Right now we need to get out of here."

(*laughing nervously rubbing the back of their hair sweat drop clinging to their brow* Oops my finger slipped...)

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #steve rogers #stucky #bucky

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rubyzizes · 4 years ago

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LOVESICK BLUES (SELF-PARA)

who: ruby zizes (ft. @lemonlopez & @bbpuck ) where: the choir room when: friday, nov. 13, 2020 what: ruby decides to audition for glee club (with a little help from some friends) just as taylor swift vs. dolly week comes to a close

Life post-cheerios was...kind of depressing. Nearly two weeks after her expulsion from the squad, Ruby was trying to keep a low profile for the most part. After one fucked up slushie to the face, she was in no rush to have a repeat of the situation. She had always prided herself on being a confident person—someone who rose through the ranks against all odds. It definitely knocked her down a peg to see the way she was treated without red polyester hugging her in all the right places, but this was an important lesson. After weeks of teary conversations turned into screaming matches with her parents, Ruby was done moping around. She was determined to get to the bottom of it.

She had a three step plan. Step one was working with Bell Pepper to figure out who leaked the nudes before wiping them from the internet. That plan was already in motion. Step three, the final step, involved working with resident cool girl LJ Holliday and the rest of the angry Titans to organize some sort of protest to get back at the blatantly sexist administration. That part of the plan was also in motion. That left step two...arguably the hardest step of all.

Make new friends.

Ruby had seen the true colors of a lot of the cheerios and while she wasn’t a grudge keeper by any means, she’d always remember this moment—who showed up for her and who didn’t. She knew girls could be catty, but she hadn’t expected this level of selfishness. It just went to show her how naive she truly was. There wasn’t much she could do about it other than try to find some new people who would mean it when they said they were in her corner. She didn’t have a clue about where to start, but when Lemon suggested the New Directions at Mr. Schuester’s wedding...well, it was kind of appealing.

Ruby could hold a tune and she loved music. Did she possess Ivy's level of intensity about show choir or Stevie’s competitiveness or Julien’s shameless passion? Definitely not. But from what she understood about the New Directions, they were like a family or whatever. A group of kids who didn’t all fit together perfectly but somehow found it in themselves to be there when it counted. That was the energy she needed. So, after working all week long on a song with the help of Lemon Lopez-Pierce who brought on Baby Puckeman, Ruby finally felt ready to audition for the New Directions come Friday.

She walked into the choir room alone on Friday, but felt immediately supported by the affirming look she got from Lemon and even Baby. Apparently she wasn’t the only one looking to join, so she took a seat next to Lemon and watched with bright eyes as the allegedly homophobic Vince Hart took to the center of the room and performed a seemingly impromptu Taylor Swift medley. Ruby’s jaw dropped when she realized this was absolutely a gay serenade. If every week was this eventful in glee club? She was definitely in the right place.

She clapped at the end of Vince’s performance and watched amusedly as Cam’s sister started tearing up on one side of the room while other people congratulated Vince on his audition. Once the initial excitement died down though, Mr. Schue got everyone focused again and called Ruby up to the center of the room. Oh fuck. She’d almost forgotten she was here to sing too. “RIght,” she said, taking a quick breath before she got up and planted herself in front of the New Directions. “I’m Ruby,” she started, heart thumping nervously in her chest as she glanced around at all her peers—some of which were also cheerios, “you guys probably already know that.” Ruby tried to take her mom’s advice, to picture everyone in the crowd wearing their underwear...but that didn’t really work when the entire audience had seen her in her underwear (or less). Oh well, no backing down now.

“I’ve never really done this before,” she admitted, mostly to Dan Schuester, “so I like...I asked for some help. I hope that’s cool.” Another page out of her mom’s book. She grinned as she waved Baby and Lemon over to her side. When choosing a song, she knew she wanted to do Dolly. Lemon and Baby had shared stories about their moms and the ‘unholy trinity,’ which was what inspired the trio arrangement and the simple but sharp choreography.

One they were in their places, Ruby eyed one of the band geeks and gave them a nod—“hit it.” Lovesick Blues from Honky Tonk Angels (notoriously linked to the walmart yodel boy) was one of Ruby’s favorite songs of all time and as soon as the music started, a devilish smile graced her face and she opened her mouth to sing.

Got a feelin' 'cause I'm blue, oh, Lord, since my daddy said goodbye.

The three girls sang in their triangle formation with Ruby at the center. With Lemon and Baby backing her up, Ruby felt supported and confident.

Now I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful guy, that's what's the matter with me. Well, I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful guy, but he don't care about me.

The longer the number went on, the more fun she had, and by the time they reached the final verse, she was belting her heart out like her life hadn’t fallen apart a couple of weeks ago.

I've grown so used to that man, and how and I'm nobody's sugar baby now. 'Cause I'm lonesome, I got the lovesick blues.

Ruby let out a breathless, almost surprised chuckle as the song came to a close and she was enveloped in a hug by Lemon and Baby while the choir room filled with applause. Had they really just done that? Holy shit. “Um,” she gulped, unable to stop grinning from ear to ear, “that was pretty fucking cool.” Oop. She brought a hand up to cover her mouth. “Sorry,” a shrug, “can we curse in here?” She placed her hands on her hips as she tried to compose her joy. "So...what do I do now? Am I in?” The tea about the New Directions was that everyone got in. Dan Schuester formally welcomed her and told her to take a seat before making his way over to the white board to scrawl next week’s lesson in marker—Lorde vs. Cher. As Ruby settled into her seat and looked around at her new teammates, she felt a calm wash over her. It wasn’t the cheerios, and it certainly wasn’t perfect, but she’d take it.

#self para #lovesick blues #audition #// so long...for what ?!

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mieteve-minijoma · 5 years ago

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Songfic Day 17: Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around

Day 17: A song you’d duet with someone on karaoke: Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around - Stevie Nicks ft. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Part Three:

Jughead saved Betty from harm and his heartaches to see her in pain, but when she makes a move on him in her appreciation, he pushes her away. He’d hate himself if he took advantage of her in her vulnerable state.

They spend the next day dancing around each other, trying to make the other jealous, until things finally come to a head. Will they admit their feelings or keep playing with each other’s hearts?

*****

Jughead carried Betty’s trembling body back to the Worm, taking the back entrance to save her from a bar full of people’s questioning eyes. Once he made it back to the apartment, he placed her on the couch to gather first aid supplies and the things he needed to get her cleaned up. He also grabbed one of his tee shirts, knowing that it would practically be a dress on her tiny frame.

When he approached her, she seemed to be in a somewhat catatonic state, staring off into nothingness. Jughead wet the washcloth in his hands, placing it in the bowl of soapy water and began to clean the blood and dirt from her face, being extra gentle around the cuts. Once the blood was all cleaned off her face he placed a few bandages on her cheek and forehead. As he was finishing up, he noticed that she was clenching her fists so tightly her knuckles were white.

Jughead pried her hands apart and gasped. There he found 8 tiny crescent shaped wounds, four on each palm, with blood coating her palms. He looked into her eyes but she continued to stare ahead, blank eyes and emotionless face. Jughead ran to get a fresh washcloth and clean water for her hands. When he returned, he placed her hands into the bowl of water, using the washcloth to cleanse the cuts before drying her hands with a soft towel. Jughead placed ointment on them before wrapping them in a gauze bandage.

When he was done he looked up and saw Betty had turned her head to watch him clean her palms. Her chest was heaving heavily and he could see tears forming in her eyes so he picked up her hands and kissed her palms gently, his eyes never leaving hers.

That’s when he saw it, watched as a fire inside of her ignited and her eyes filled with desire. Suddenly, Betty lunged forward, her lips crashing into his in a desperate kiss. Jughead was shocked briefly but quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to straddle his lap as he deepened the kiss. Jughead had never felt such passion coming off of another person, and he had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her. He nipped at her lip, pulling it between his teeth and growling.

He was too caught up in the moment to even realize she had removed her shirt, her skirt having ridden up around her waist as she rocked her center along his erection. He moaned as she began trailing kisses across his jawline and down his neck, suckling and biting as she went. He felt her begin to suck a bruise onto his pulse point and bucked his hips, seeking friction. It wasn’t until she reached for his belt and started to undo it that he seemed to snap out of the spell she had him under.

Jughead grabbed her wrists, pulling away from her. “Stop. Betty- you have to stop. We can’t do this,” he panted, angry that his body was still betraying him and humming with need for her.

“What, why? Outside you said- I mean, you seemed-” her voice sounded small as she trailed off, a pained look in her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes changed and she ground down on him again, eliciting a gasp as she whispered, “You want me, I know you do. It’s ok Jug, I want you too.”

It took all his resolve to stick to his guns. Since when did you become a gentleman Jones? She wants it, you want it, so give it to her already. Jughead pushed the thoughts from his mind and dragged her away from his body. He knew that for this to work, he was going to have to be cruel.

*****

“Because I am not going to take advantage of some girl I just met who I’m being forced to babysit and protect. I am not in the habit of fucking girls who I’m gonna have to save every five minutes. You’re too complicated Cooper, too much baggage.” he scoffed, holding up her bandaged hands and staring at them.

Betty reared back as if she had been slapped. That was probably the absolute worst thing anyone could ever say to her. She didn’t like the feeling of being helpless and she sure as hell didn’t like people seeing her darkness for this precise reason. Because when they did, they rejected her. She jumped to her feet, tears welling up in her eyes, and grabbed her shirt to cover herself. She gaped at him for a second and then suddenly slapped him as hard as she could across the face. It was hard enough to sting her hand and leave a nice mark on his cheek.

“Fuck you, Jughead Jones,” she sobbed angrily and stormed into the other bedroom, locking the door behind her. How could you be so stupid Elizabeth? What made you even think he’d want someone like you. No one wants a broken damsel in distress. You’re better off alone. No one will ever want you and accept you for who you really are, so what’s the point? Betty could hear the words echoing in her head as she slid down the door, her body curling into a ball on the floor and letting the flood gates open.

Stupid Girl...

*****

What the actual fuck were you thinking saying some shit like that to her? What is wrong with you, man? Jughead thought as he sat there in stunned silence, the taste of blood in his mouth and the ache in his cheek. He wasn’t all that surprised that she slapped him really. Frankly he deserved it. He’d been an asshole in an attempt to not take advantage of her and he ended up hurting her worse.

Jughead slowly got up, gathering all the supplies to put them away when he heard it: sobbing. Heart wrenching, devastating cries of pain. Not physical pain, emotional pain. He knew all about those types of cries, he’d experienced them several times after his Mom left. It hurt even more that he was the cause of them for Betty. He was pretty sure with the trail of broken hearts that he’d left in his wake, there were probably more than a few girls who cried like this over him, but he never had to hear it for himself.

And he didn’t like this feeling...

“Fuck,” he whispered, running his hands through his hair and debating whether or not he should check on her. She doesn’t want to talk to you right now. Jughead let out a resigned sigh, placing his palm on the door as he leaned his forehead against it and listened to her cries.

I’m sorry, Betty

*****

Betty groaned, a sharp pain in her neck snatching her out of a deep sleep. Her eyes sprung open, looking around to figure out where she was. She sat up slowly, her eyes burning and her body aching when everything started to flood back into the front of her mind: the Ghoulies, the attack by Tallboy, everything. Even Jughead. His cruel words, his hateful stare, his rejection.

I am not going to take advantage of some girl I just met who I’m being forced to babysit and protect

I am not in the habit of fucking girls who I’m gonna have to save every five minutes

You’re too complicated Cooper, too much baggage

Too much baggage...

Well if that ain’t the understatement of the century, I don’t know what the hell is, Betty laughed to herself bitterly. She could see that the clock read 12:07pm and she knew, even if she didn’t want to, she’d have to face him eventually. Frustrated with her situation she decided a nice long shower was in order.

After she showered, she searched around the room for something she could possibly wear and found a large chest in the corner of the room with a padlock on it. On the front was inscribed the name Belladonna and she couldn’t help but wonder, was this chest somehow connected to her Mom too?

Betty decided to pick the lock to find out what secrets were held inside. When she finally got the lock off she found it full of clothes, beautiful flowing clothes. They had obviously been well taken care of but weren’t exactly her style -more bohemian witch then pastel princess- but they would have to do.

She found a beautiful black and silver tattered gypsy skirt and a pair of black leggings to wear underneath. She found a black camisole with a lace overlay that would look nice with it. She already felt chilly and somewhat naked with how low cut her shirt was so she grabbed a black shawl that she saw hanging on the back of the door and slipped on some boots she found before she looked herself over in the mirror.

Betty froze when she saw herself. She looked just like her Mom from the pictures she'd seen of Alice as a teenager and she couldn’t help but tear up. Lord I look like Stevie Nicks’ granddaughter or something. Mom did love her, wanted to be just like her. Betty choked back a sob as a single tear fell down her cheek. Now was not the time to breakdown over her parents. She had other things to deal with at the moment, like finding out who cut their brake lines in the first place.

But first, she had a snake to deal with...

*****

Jughead was trying his best to keep busy and not stare at the closed door with the beautiful blonde behind it. He tossed and turned all night wondering what the hell he was going to say to her this morning when she finally came out of her room. He had gotten up early and had a whole speech prepared for when she came out, but all that was lost when he saw her.

She was a vision, her flaxen curls cascading down around her shoulders, still damp from her obvious shower. Her outfit made her look like a gypsy, coming to curse him for the pain he caused her. Or maybe even a witch who wanted to put a spell on him and make him fall in love with her. He was inclined to believe the latter if this flutter in his chest was any indication.

“Betty, you...” Jughead paused, not entirely sure what he’d say to her.

“Yes Warden, did you need something or am I free to head downstairs?” Betty asked, tilting her head in defiance before turning her back to him and walking out of the door.

What the fuck just happened here? Jughead asked himself. This was going to be a long day, he could tell already.

Jughead sighed, pushing himself to go to his room and get ready for the day. He threw on his jeans and a black tee shirt that showed off his physique and opted for his leather Serpents MC vest instead of his usual jacket.

So what if he was trying to get her to look at him like she had last night? If she can walk out of that room looking like a sexual goddess, he might as well show her the same courtesy.

*****

“Good God, Betty. You look just like Ally,” FP gasped at the sight. It was like seeing the ghost of his lost love and he had to clear his throat before he spoke again. “How did you find those clothes?”

“Oh, they were in a chest in the apartment upstairs. I kind of picked the lock and found these when I noticed the name engraved on the front. Um, were these my mom’s things, FP?” Betty asked, biting her lip nervously.

“Actually, they were. I don’t know how much Alice ever told you about our relationship but it was, unique- to say the least. She and I dated from the time we were thirteen until the summer before she was set to go to college. When we split there was no animosity, she was the only woman I ever truly loved with my whole being, but we knew both that we had to go our separate ways.” FP paused, clearing his throat before he continued.

“She was set for college and I was destined to be the Serpent King, and frankly that is not something you can walk away from. I wasn’t going to drag her down with me so I did the only thing I knew to do, I let her go so she could have a better life. I met Jug’s mom a few years later and the rest was history, as they say.” FP sighed, staring at the ginger-ale in his glass.

“So what does belladonna have to do with my mom? She told me to use that name here and the chest of her clothes has that name on it. What does it mean?” Betty asked, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“Well, Belladonna has two meanings, at least it did for Alice. When we were about eleven, my mom gave Alice a vinyl of Stevie Nicks’ Belladonna album. She listened to that record so much that I had to replace the damn thing three times cause she would wear it out. She was obsessed with Stevie, she wanted to be just like her in every way.” FP laughed, smiling sadly at his drink, “When we were teenagers, the Worm would host karaoke nights every Friday and every damn time she’d drag my ass up on stage to sing the same song with her.”

“What song was it?” Betty whispered, her emotions welling up inside her from learning so much about her mom that she never knew.

“Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around. It was by Stevie and Tom Petty. Honestly, you know how every couple has a song? Well that song became ours, unintentionally of course. It was the song playing in the background the first time we made lov-,” FP stopped talking, his breath shaking as he got lost in his thoughts, “Anyways, I called her Belladonna because of that but also because your mom was a badass. No one messed with Alice Smith if they didn’t want to deal with the consequences. Atropa Belladonna is the scientific term for deadly nightshade, and Alice Smith? That girl was deadly.”

“I remember that song, Mom used to sing it to me when I was little. I remember hearing her listening to it on repeat when she thought no one was home. I guess I know why now,” Betty placed her hand on FP’s who looked at her with tears streaming down his cheeks. “I know she never stopped caring about you FP.”

“Thanks, kid." FP chuckled sadly, "Now that an old man has cried all over you this fine afternoon, how about I teach you to play some pool while we got free tables?”

*****

Jughead finished his lunch then made his way down stairs slowly when the sound of angelic laughter hit him at full force. He followed the voice to see Betty and his father playing pool with several of the other Serpents standing around laughing and ogling the voluptuous blonde’s curves.

Jughead growled, physically growled, when he saw Sweet Pea run his fingers along her bare shoulder, her shawl long since removed and forgotten. No one gets to touch her...

He was seeing red by the time he made it downstairs and sat down at the bar, locking eyes with her as she leaned over the pool table. From this angle he could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra and was practically giving the entire bar a free show.

He could tell she was enjoying making him jealous, teasing him by biting her lip and wiggling her hips at the Serpents behind her while she lined up her shot.

Jughead scowled, his lips pressing into a firm line as she took her shot then cheered, hugging Sweet Pea as it went in. Angry, and a tiny bit hurt if he was being honest, he ordered a beer and walked to the corner booth to pout.

That was until caught the eye of a snake snack - the term used for girls who hung out just to sleep with Serpents every night - by the name of Scarlett. Hmmm, two can play at this game.

Jughead turned towards the girl, patting his lap twice to signal that he wanted her attention. She came running quickly across the bar, catching Betty's attention as she ran past.

Betty shot daggers at the girl as she climbed into Jughead's lap, writhing against him as she kissed his neck and ran her hand along his chest. Jughead's eyes met Betty's, a smirk forming on his lips.

Betty backed up against Sweet Pea's chest, wrapping her hand around his neck and pulling him down to kiss her shoulder and neck while she stared at Jughead.

This went on for hours, both of them watching each other as they flirted with their current distraction. But when Sweet Pea pushed her against a wall and started making out with her, Jughead couldn't take it anymore.

Fine, she wants to flirt with Sweets and climb all over him then I guess she's really made herself clear on who she wants. Jughead broke eye contact with the scene in front of him and slowly whispered something in Scarlett's ear. The girl frowned and looked towards the blonde but nodded in understanding before she got up and walked to the next guy.

Jughead finished his beer alone, not making eye contact with Betty again, even if he did feel her eyes on him. He got up, threw a tip on the table and started to walk away when Betty caught his attention.

She looked at him, still standing in Sweet Pea's arms, a look of concern filling her features. Jughead just looked away, not wanting her to see his pain, and walked upstairs to his apartment.

*****

Baby, you'll come knocking on my front door

Same old line you used to use before

I said ya, well

What am I supposed to do

I didn't know what I was getting into

Betty felt her stomach bottom out when she saw his face, like he was ripped in two and left to bleed all over the bar. Did I take it too far when I let Sweets kiss me? I just wanted to make him jealous, I didn't want to hurt him.

"Sweets, I-I gotta go. I'm sorry," Betty stuttered, grabbing her shawl and running up the stairs after Jughead.

When she finally made it to the apartment she froze, the sounds of music filling her ears.

So you've had a little trouble in town

Now you're keeping some demons down

Stop draggin' my

Stop draggin' my heart around

Betty slowly opened the door to see Jughead standing at his kitchen island, shirtless with his jeans slung low on his hips, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

He didn't look up at her, just stared straight down at his drink, the music surrounding them the only sounds they could hear.

It's hard to think about what you've wanted

It's hard to think about what you've lost

This doesn't have to be the big get even

This doesn't have to be anything at all

When he finally spoke, his voice cracked and she could hear the pain in it, "Sweets is probably missing you about now."

Betty stepped closer to him, her heart breaking at the hurt she had caused him. She was angry and wanted to make him jealous, but she didn’t want to hurt him.

“Jug, I-” she was cut off by Jughead taking three long strides until he had her pressed up against the door, his hands against the wall on either side of her head

(I know you really want to tell me good-bye)

(I know you really want to be your own girl)

“Did you like it Betty? Having him put his hands all over you, shoving his tongue down your throat while he groped you like that?” he growled, his jaw clenched as he waited for her to reply.

She narrowed her eyes and scoffed, “What the hell do you care anyway? You made it pretty clear last night that you didn’t want me and my baggage. That I was just some girl you were being forced to babysit. And if I recall you also had some cheap skank attached to you while we were downstairs, so you’re one to talk. What, was that all to make me jealous?”

Baby, you could never look me in the eye

Yeah, you buckle with the weight of the words

Stop draggin' my

Stop draggin' my heart around

Jughead winced at her statement, looking away so she wouldn't see the guilt he felt at his actions. Not just for tonight but for last night. He hadn’t meant what he said, he wanted her and not just her body. He wanted to get to know her, learn the depths of her very soul, and find out who she was on the inside.

Betty noticed his demeanor changed at her words and when he looked away she realized, he felt bad. She isn’t sure exactly for which part, or how much, but he felt bad. She touched her hand to his cheek, the very same one that she had slapped less than 24 hours before and turned him to look at her. “Jug...”

People running 'round loose in the world

Ain't got nothin' better to do

Than make a meal of some bright eyed kid

You need someone looking after you

She searched his eyes for what he could be feeling when suddenly he surged forward, capturing her lips and pressing himself into her body. Betty’s hands roamed over the hard ridges of his muscles, her fingers dancing across the colorful tattoos painting his body. She moaned as she felt his erection pressing into her, his hands gripping her hips in a bruising embrace.

He broke away, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses down her neck and biting her gently. “Jug-, please. Please.”

“What do you need baby, what do you want?” he asked in a raspy whisper.

“You, I need you Jug. Please...”

(I know you really want to tell me goodbye)

(I know you really want to be your own girl)

Jughead wrapped his arms around her, picking her up off the ground and allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She felt her nipples grow hard as they rubbed up against his chest and the thin fabric of her shirt. She was seriously thankful to be in a dress right at this moment. She kissed him again, her fingers digging into her raven locks and tugging in her desperation.

Jughead walked her over to the large kitchen island, sitting her on top as he deepened the kiss. He needed her, wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She could feel it in each and every one of his kisses, in every touch his fingers made against her skin.

“Take me to bed, please,” she begged him. Jughead picked her up again, this time taking her into his room to show her how he really felt about her.

Baby, you could never look me in the eye

Yeah, you buckle with the weight of the words

Betty could feel him everywhere, their naked bodies learning every scar, every blemish until there is nothing left of each other that they don’t know. Her nails dug into his back as she rode him slowly, her arms holding him tightly to her chest as he licked and sucked at the delicate skin of her collar bone.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Betty. God, I have never felt like this before. I promise, I am not going to let anything happen to you, I promise,” he whispered into her skin as he felt himself reaching his peak.

Betty shivered as his hand moved between them to rub her core while he thrusted into her deeper and faster, trying to get her to her own high. “Juggie-” she choked out as she felt herself coming, the pleasure so strong that she felt like she was coming completely undone at the seams.

Jughead followed shortly behind, spilling into her with a grunt and holding her tightly to him still. “Damn...”

Stop draggin' my

Stop draggin' my heart around

Jughead watched her sleep and was sure he’d never seen anything so beautiful before. Her pale, naked form against his dark gray bed sheets, her shallow breaths fanning across his pillows, every curve of her luscious body; all of it giving him inspiration to create. Whether it be writing, or sculpture, or painting, he could spend the rest of his life trying to capture his muse.

He caressed her cheek, promising to everything that was holy that he would protect her, with his life if need be. He may have just met her, but he’s never felt his heart beating the way it has since she came into his life.

To Be Continued...

#songfic writing challenge 2019 #bughead #bughead fanfiction #betty cooper #jughead jones #bettyxjughead #betty x jughead #serpent jughead jones #riverdale #cw riverdale #riverdale jughead #riverdale betty #song to duet in karaoke

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borawinters · 6 months ago

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closed for: @steviesharp

"Pretty," Bo compliments as he gently reaches out to touch one of the bejewelled tassles that decorated the blonde's choice of hat, leaving it ambiguous whether he was talking solely about the outfit efforts or the wearer too.

He retracts his hand, switching his tumbler glass from his right to his left, nodding towards the lively attempt at line-dancing on the dance floor.

"If I'd have known that the people in this town think themselves cowboys at heart, I'd have organised this sooner."

#closed starter.#thread.#event: country night at oasis.#ft. stevie sharp.#stevie 001.

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mackmontgomery · 8 months ago

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Mack: 6 on Tuesday and Tacos? That's perfect. I'm in, block off that slot Mack: I'm going to send you some pics for ref Mack: [attaches a series of dyed pink looks] Mack: Can you do that? @steviesharp

Stevie: That's a long time! Stevie: Yeah def change it up. Stevie: I have like... a 6pm available tuesday. We can have the last appointment and order tacos while your color develops! Stevie: You know I love out there. What are you thinking?

#text thread.#thread.#ft. stevie sharp.#stevie 001.#steviesharp #fin.#// gonna throw up a lil starter for the appointment shortly :]

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tiberiusmadhouse · 5 years ago

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@fxmmefatales said: 9. for sparring to turn into sex / ft @thelittlesovietpuppet

He wasn’t quite sure when the mood had shifted, but it most definitely had. Natasha’s hands were sliding up his chest in a way that was most definitely not tactic approved before gripping his shirt and falling back to launch him over her head. Managing to keep his feet, he tried to shake the thoughts that had begun forming, sweeping down in a crouch to miss the kick Bucky sent his way. Hand flying out, he caught the back of the man’s leg and pushed hard upwards to put him on his back. Which as a one on one, would have been a good tactic, pinning Bucky beneath him as he grinned, but Steve hadn’t taken into account Natasha who came in from the side with a hard kick, sending him rolling off Bucky with her knees on his shoulders as she smirked down at him.

It was completely outside of his control that his hands smoothed up her thighs, fingers moving to grip her hips, glancing between her legs before looking up at her. His blood was up, but this wasn’t a real fight, and all the grappling, and those damned smirks and laughs as they sparred wasn’t going to trigger a fight response. And Natasha wasn’t dumb, the smirk on her lips fading as she stared down at him, at the silent question in his eyes before going up on her knees and pushing the shorts off her hips.

“Bucky...’

Both, he needed both of them and he knew it was greedy, and he knew that they really should keep going. Training was important, just because they decided to get away from the world, that didn’t mean the world wasn’t going to find them eventually. But it hadn’t found them yet, and as often as he could, Steve was going to take advantage of that, head turning to see Bucky roll onto his hand and knees and crawl towards them.

Watching Natasha eagerly reach out for Bucky when he was close enough hit Steve low and hard drawing a groan as her pale fingers twisted in the dark locks. Hands giving her hips a light pull, he helped her balance as she moved farther, lifting his head to run the flat of his tongue along her with a soft exhale, only letting his head fall back when her pussy was directly over his mouth, eagerly thrusting his tongue inside her as she began to rock. Dull nails dug into her thighs as she moaned, smiling as he began to eat her out in earnest, holding her in place until the muscles under his fingers shook..

Fingers threaded through his hair, gripping it, riding his mouth as her other hand dipped into the waistband of Bucky’s pants. Pinning her, Steve slowly licked at her core with a pleased hum hearing her mutter a curse in Russian. He loved when she tried to writhe, to force him to pick up the pace, let her tumble over the edge of pleasure he loved bringing her to again and again. But Steve had just spent the better of two hours being grappled, and feeling either of them grinding back against him as they’d trained. A soft huff made him open his eyes, looking up to see Natasha licking and biting Bucky’s chest as her fingers reached stroked his cock, struggled for more movement despite Steve’s grip on her.

It was easy to keep track of how close she got, how many times, his jaw getting sore as he forced her to stop moving, and Bucky’s chuckle when she whined, and the subsequent gasp when she yanked the brunette’s head by the hair and bit his neck. When Steve forced her back, she groaned as if he’d stabbed her, reaching a hand between her legs to finish herself off, leaning back on his legs that were bent at the knee behind her.

“Buck, stop her.’ Steve muttered, and barely managed to dodge the kick she aimed at his face as Bucky reached out for her wrists.

Thumbs hooking the waistband of his pants, Steve grinned at her as she glared at him, her hands held over her head in Bucky’s metal hand. Running a hand up her thigh, Steve skimmed his thumb back and forth over her clit as Bucky kissed and nipped at her neck, his other hand cupping her breast. When she was getting close again, he stopped, murmuring an apology he didn’t mean. Something he was sure Natasha knew based on her response, his hands stroking up and down her thighs before holding her knees and slowly spreading her legs.

The view was honestly spectacular, watching Bucky’s hand slowly slide down her body, two fingers dipping inside before languidly thrusting in and out. Reaching out, Steve tugged are Bucky’s pants until they fell around his knees, unable to look away from the flush that slowly spread itself up Natasha’s body as she writhed. Before she came, Bucky stopped and could feel her frustration, Steve meeting the brunette’s gaze as he kissed Natasha’s temple.

“Come here, leannán.’

He did try not to laugh, but the look on her face at the Gaelic endearment was less than pleased. But Bucky released her hands, which she ran along her body, blue eyes watching them, Steve licked the taste of her that still lingered on his lips. When she paused, her fingers resting against his skin the palms of her hands between her thighs, Steve lightly smacked her hip in warning. The light touch moved upwards as Natasha leaned down, kissing the freckles on his skin as she worked her way upwards.

Hands sliding along her body, Steve waited until she’d shifted position before seeking a kiss. His thumb brushed against the scar at her hip, up her sides before cupping her breasts and lightly tweaking the nipples as he let her control the kiss. He could hear Bucky stand, the pants falling to his ankles before moving to grab the lube. Each time Natasha tried to rock her hips back, Steve gave a sharp tug, pulling a gasp from her.

“Moilliú, leannán…’ Steve crooned into the kiss, feeling her dip a hand between their bodies and began fingering herself.

And he would have stopped her if Bucky hadn’t already been back, kneeling between Steve’s legs, watching her before adding two fingers of his own slick with lube. When Natasha looked down at him, Steve raised an eyebrow silently asking permission as she began to get what he’d been angling for. Her body shivered before giving a nod.

“You sure you can take it?’ It was partially a tease, partially because he needed to hear her say it out loud.

“Yes.’

The short answer was followed by a gasp, Steve feeling her body tense as Bucky’s fingers moved faster, skin burning as her nails dragged along it when he added another finger. Looking over her shoulder, he could see the look in Bucky’s eyes as he watched them, Natasha’s teeth sinking into his pectoral at the stretch. It was a dark look that made the soldier flush, made the dig of Natasha’s elbow into his stomach inconsequential.

Feeling Bucky’s metal digits slick with lube wrap around his cock made him jump, hips unconsciously thrusting up into the touch. The metal was cool, but he didn’t care, the pressure was perfect, a shameless noise escaping him as Natasha’s mouth moved to his neck. But it was gone too soon, and he made a displeased noise that pulled a breathy laugh from Natasha as she kissed his jaw.

“Slow down, lover.’ She mocked him, repeating the phrase he had said to her earlier, earning a glare from Steve.

Her arm slowly pulled loose from between them, Natasha kissed him sweetly even as his hands settled on her waist, fingertips digging in as he glanced towards Bucky. Spreading his legs, he let out an amused snort feeling fabric bunched under his lower back, and caught Natasha’s quizzical look before her eyes fluttered closed with a moan. As she began to rock, Steve kissed and nipped her jaw, Bucky’s fingers lacing with his at her hips.

But Bucky wasn’t moving fast enough, Natasha trying to move faster but the two men kept her at the slow pace even as she clawed at Steve’s chest in frustration. Steve knew when Bucky pulled out, because Natasha let out a stream of cursing that made him stare at her wide-eyed, trying not to chuckle when the curses shifted to death threats. Risking a kiss, he was rewarded with a bite to his lower lip that hurt, moving one of his hands to tangle in her hair yanking hard as his tongue probed the wound. Holding her still when he felt Bucky’s slick cock against his own, Steve nuzzled against her cheek. A soft choked noise escaped him when Bucky started stroking, adding lube as he did so.

“Just a little bit longer,’ Steve promised, his hips lifting and falling as he thrust into Bucky’s hand. “Have we ever not taken care of you?’

Natasha shook her head, hands braced on Steve’s chest when Bucky guided the head of his and Steve’s cock towards her entrance. Steve couldn’t help the jerk of his hips, letting out a grunt when Bucky squeezed, murmuring an apology to them both. Untangling his fingers from Natasha’s hair, he focused his attention on stroking his hands along her skin, meeting her halfway for a kiss as Bucky’s hand on her hip slowly moved her backward.

He had to think of anything else as Bucky guided the movement, it was tight, and he didn’t want to hurt Natasha who’s nails were digging in as the two slowly slid in. Flicking the tip of his tongue across the tip of her nose made her eyes fly open in disbelief, letting out a huff of surprise and amusement. And then she startled them both by rocking her hips back abruptly, Steve letting out a low string of curses and encouragements while Bucky groaned his own curses. Natasha’s forehead rested on Steve’s sternum, letting out a soft keening noise, hips shifting until hands gripped her to hold her still.

“Natasha, what the fuck?’ Steve hissed, teeth grit hearing Bucky echo the sentiment.

“You were taking too long.’ She panted, another noise as she tightened around them with a gasp. “You thought I didn’t know how this training session was going to end?’

Blood rushed to Steve’s cheeks, meeting her gaze through her hair that had half fallen from the French braid.

“She’s not wrong, you can be pretty easy to read, Stevie…’

“Fuck you both.’ He slowly lowered his hips then lifted them again, feeling a spark of victory among the rush of pleasure that rolled through him when both smiles faded.

“Maybe later…’ Bucky muttered, running his metal hand along her back, “I’ve been thinking about this all day.’

Steve’s fingers gently brushed the hair from Natasha’s face, rocking his hips again slowly, gaze shifting to Bucky when she smiled at him. The brunette waited for Steve to go still before pulling back and thrusting in, setting the pace while the two beneath him writhed. Threading his fingers with Bucky’s on Natasha’s hip, Steve watched her as she moaned, her nails digging in deeply.

When she bit down on his skin, he felt the scream as she came vibrating through his chest, his fingers tightening around Bucky’s as he fought coming, eyes locking with the dark grey that were staring down at him. It was a truly terrible time to get competitive, Bucky leaning over her back to shift the angle, and Natasha let out a low whine as her nails dragged down Steve’s sides.

“You okay, leannán?’ Steve asked, breath catching at a particularly sharp thrust that almost burned as the lube was all but squeezed from between them.

“Don’t you dare stop!’

Trying and failing to not smile at the implied threat in her tone, Steve lightly stroked her hair and focused on not coming even though Bucky was angling to ruin them both. Each thrust of Bucky’s hips ground against him, Natasha’s cunt tight, and Steve was beginning to get a handle on the pleasure that was coursing through him like fire. Was pretty sure he was going to be able to out last Bucky. But the brunette smirked, lifting their hands and carefully hooked his teeth under the pad of one of Steve’s fingers and slowly sucked it into his mouth.

Fuck.

It was a small thing, his eyes locked on where Bucky’s lips smiled around his finger, pulling it out of his mouth slowly. Snarling a curse, Steve’s hand moved to find Natasha’s. Trying to ground himself even as she shamelessly rubbed against him, her teeth sinking into the side of his hand as she came again with a whimper, her body shaking. Hips lifting sharply, Steve grit his teeth, glaring up at Bucky as Natasha sank her teeth in again.

The last straw was the indecent, and lewd way Bucky held his eyes as he sucked the finger into his mouth again and let it out slowly, his mouth opening as he dragged it down the center his tongue, and saliva that rolled down the digit. Nobody did shit like that in real life, Steve’s eyes widening, as Bucky moaned, but it was enough to make him lose his mental footing. The orgasm he’d been holding back by force of will, breaking through arching his back, his neck bending as his fingers tightened around Natasha’s hand.

He did try not to thrust, Bucky’s cock dragging along the underside, Natasha squeezing tightly but he couldn’t stop himself, and Natasha let out a hoarse shout as she came again, reaching behind her to grab Bucky’s thigh, dragging her nails along it. Blood trickled from the trails her nails had made, a soft hiss escaping as Bucky matched Steve’s frantic pace spilling as the blonde went still with a few short hard thrusts.

“Still breathing, Tali?’ Steve asked as he tried to remember how to move, still feeling the pleasure like electric shocks throughout his body.

When she only let out a low noise that sounded sort of like an agreement, he couldn’t help laughing. The sound catching in his throat as Bucky slowly pulled out, his hips lifting slightly making Natasha squirm.

“Sorry, sorry baby…’ he murmured, his leg twitching as his back started to complain about the angle, wrapping an arm around her or help her move higher on his chest as Bucky pawed at the clothing beneath him.

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he let out a grunt when Bucky half collapsed onto Natasha’s back, nuzzling her shoulders. Not that he minded the weight, moving his arm from between them, letting out another chuckle when Natasha muttered she was being squished.

“You can be on the bottom if you want?’ He offered, then yelped when she tweaked his nipple. “Fuck! I was kidding!’

#rotvibranium #steve rogers (ha) commander hydra dossier; possible redaction. probably biased documentation #chrmtica #thelittlesovietpuppet

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