#he's the only one at button house with a faster lap than captain

[natjennie]

I know things about havers you couldn't even begin to fathom. mostly because they're made up and not canon. there is next to no information about him. but I know it. he's my best friend.

[mithrilhearts]

Totally going to lock in “from bickering to passionate make-out” 😏

Okayokayokay, I had initially...so many scattered ideas about this one, but you know how the rest of the planning went. So here we go, my last February prompt with our favorite modern au, Bookbinder//Songwriter!

**It leads to spicy, but no actual spicy is written.

-> Sickeningly Sweet Romantic Cliches Bingo

It was everyone’s favorite time of year–tax season. Or at least, it would be without a few weeks, and Bilbo was already stressing over it, much to Thorin’s dismay. It put Bilbo in a sour mood time and time again, and while Thorin genuinely knew the root of the problem, he couldn’t help but feel a bit put off as well. Though he said nothing to further light the short fuse that Bilbo seemed to have the past few days. Bilbo had been more than reasonable during Thorin’s testy moments, and now it was time to return the favor.

Lazing about on the sofa with Deathless in his lap, Thorin had most certainly made himself comfortable and at home. Bilbo’s townhouse was becoming far more than just a second home to him, and more and more items began being housed over here, such as a guitar, some clothes and other necessities, and Thorin himself!

Strumming away lightly, barely audible notes being plucked along the strings while Bilbo sat at the kitchen counter fussing over papers and the tax program on his laptop, Thorin just kept relatively quiet. It had occurred to him that leaving was an option to give Bilbo his space, but he’d done that yesterday. And the day before that. Of course, he wasn’t going to bitch about spending time with his nephews and then getting a beer or two with Dwalin as well. It had been fun, but the silence enveloping the townhouse was just awkward.

Then Bilbo broke it with a heavy sigh and what sounded like pressing some keys far too forcefully on his keyboard.

Bravely, Thorin opened his mouth. “You know, if you keep smashing the same buttons over and over, that doesn’t make it work faster,” he teased, trying to bring some humor into the room and being met with very little tolerance in response.

“Thank you Captain Obvious, I got that,” Bilbo grumbled, not even daring to look into the living room where Thorin was sprawled. Despite the notes being soft as can be, with a series of numbers and error messages smashing into Bilbo’s brain, he finally had to snap. “Can you stop? I’m trying to think and I can’t do that when you’re doing that!”

Whatever strumming Thorin had been doing stopped abruptly. “Alright.”

Guilt hit Bilbo instantly as he could practically feel the air in the room drop, matching Thorin’s expression, just as it had the other man’s tone, and that only made Bilbo’s head throb even more. Thorin had been way too reasonable with his stressed-out and snappy behavior, and honestly, what Bilbo wouldn’t give to just have someone verbally set him straight. It made no sense, Thorin could be grumbly just as he could! Why was he being so compliant and tolerable?

“Why are you doing that?” Bilbo grumbled again, finally slapping a stack of papers on the counter and facing the sofa where Thorin was and earning an arched brow in response. If he was looking to pick a fight, Thorin didn’t look like he was willing to give him one.

“Doing what? I stopped as you asked.”

“Exactly! You were barely making any sound and I snapped at you! Unreasonably so, and it’s getting on my nerves!” He huffed. “Why aren’t we fighting? It’s normal for real couples to fight, so stop being reasonable! Fight me, get mad, yell back, something!” Lobelia had said that only real couples fought (alongside many other things when voicing her disapproval of Thorin Durinul), and yet Thorin wasn’t indulging in any of that. It made Bilbo doubt when he knew better.

“You want me to fight you in order to be a ‘real couple’?” Thorin mused, making it sound even stupider than it had when Bilbo said it.

“Yes!”

Thorin was setting aside his guitar and wandering over towards where Bilbo was seated at the counter, folding his arms in the process. That stern look he sported was one of agitation and annoyance that Bilbo had seen a time or two, but never directed at him. “You’re right, you are being fucking unreasonable,” Thorin huffed, meeting Bilbo’s glare with one of his own, and if he wasn’t mistaken, Bilbo looked rather eager for whatever onslaught Thorin was about to unleash. “But you have every reason to be, so no, I’m not going to fight you.”

As soon as Thorin’s expression began to soften, not giving in to Bilbo’s absurd claims and desires, Bilbo’s mouth was opening to object. “You listen to me, Thorin Durinul, if you think I’m going to sit here and–mmph…” Silenced by a kiss that ran far deeper than Bilbo’s annoyance at both numbers and insufferable relatives. “Thorin…” Bilbo sighed once his mouth was freed, though his tone lacked the bite it once had, especially with the other man pressing kisses to his jawline and neck. “What are you doing…?” As if Bilbo didn’t know.

“Helping you with your taxes, I’m very good with numbers,” Thorin purred against Bilbo’s neck, hands moving to let his hands roam across Bilbo’s frame and get a headstart on the buttons of his shirt.

“This isn’t productive.”

Though Bilbo was hardly objecting and Thorin knew it. A set of hands had latched to the back of Thorin’s nape. “Mm, you’re right, but I do believe it will come to you easier if you’re less stressed. I’m de-stressing you.” Slipping back to claim Bilbo’s mouth again instead of allowing any other objections to come out, Thorin practically sank against his seated boyfriend, feeling those gentle tugs at the hairs at his nape, the puffs of air being shared between them for brief moments, and letting his hands slide down until they’d hooked beneath Bilbo’s thighs to hoist him up from his seat.

“Are you done wanting to fight me, yet?” Thorin asked, barely pulling away and adjusting Bilbo in his arms so that he could be carried around easier.

“I’m better…but…I still need to do my taxes…” Bilbo made some half-assed glance towards his computer before quickly being carried away.

“Did you not hear what I said? I’m de-stressing you, and then it will come.” Thorin was backpedaling towards the sofa, a cheeky look on his face as expected. “Welcome to H&R Cock, if you’ll step into my office we can settle those nasty in-come taxes of yours to ensure you get the most coming back to you.”

“You’re terrible.”

“I’m sure you’ll find my services to be most satisfactory or your money back guaranteed.”

[fairylightsandchai]

The Internship - Part 2

A/N: Hello, again! Just popping in again to say that I know I don’t usually post fanfic here, but I really wanted to take part in @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​‘s Pre-Code Challenge! Just ignore this if you don’t follow me for fanfiction. :) Also, I’ll be adding tags in a reblog. 

Read Part One Here!

As a side note, I’ve made a new blog since writing this dedicated to fanfic. If you wanna check it out, click here!

Pairings:  Dark!Professor!Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: >10K

Summary:  You are a student in the former-Captain America’s American History class, and you soon notice that Professor Rogers has been paying more than a professional amount of attention to you. But when he approaches you with an internship opportunity that’s too good to be true, how can you say no?

(A/N: This fic contains non-con elements, stalking, and manipulation, and this part will inclue rape, breeding kink, and kidnapping. It is also inspired by The Wild Party, a film from 1929. I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think.)

You let out a curse as your hand fumbled around inside of your purse; you professor would be there any second to pick you up, and your phone was nowhere to be found. You could’ve sworn that you’d set it down on your nightstand to charge, but it hadn’t been there that morning, and after spending the better part of an hour looking for it, you were beginning to give up hope.

           A knock sounded at your door and you swore again, finally setting your purse down next to your packed suitcase and hurrying to answer it. On its other side stood Steve, a smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He was dressed much more casually than you’d ever seen him before, wearing a pair of dark jeans, a white t-shirt, and a brown leather jacket.

           Staring between him and the bundle of daisies, you blinked once, twice before finally finding your voice again.

           “Steve! I… Are those for me?” you asked, and he let out a soft laugh.

           “Nah, they’re for the other girl who lives here,” he joked.

           “I’m sure she’s very grateful,” you managed, taking the bouquet from him and giving it a sniff. “What’s the occasion?”

           “Well,” he began, following you into your apartment as you went to locate a vase, “I know that you had your reservations about joining me, and I wanted to get you a little something for agreeing to the internship.”

           “Oh.” You finally found an old pitcher that you’d never before used and started filling it with water, watching Steve out of the corner of your eye. He seemed right at home, browsing your book collection with his hands in his pockets as he skimmed the titles. “Well thank you! They’re beautiful.”

           After setting the daisies into the water, you turned to face your professor.

           “So… Are you ready to head out?” you asked, and he quickly turned his attention back to you.

           “Sure am.”

           Before you could protest, he walked over to your suitcase and picked it up, not even batting an eye at how heavy it was. You scurried over to pick your purse up and follow him out of your apartment.

           “I might need to stop at a Best Buy on the way,” you told him as you locked the door. “I can’t seem to find my phone…”

           “You can’t go without it for a week?”

           “I mean… I can, but I would rather not have to,” you explained. “My mom might start to worry if I don’t keep in touch.”

           “Well how about you use my phone? I would hate for your family to be concerned.”

           You followed him to his car, surprised at how sleek and modern it looked; it had to be worth more than a couple years of your rent.

           “Are you sure? It won’t be too much of a bother?” you asked, moving to open the passenger door. Steve’s hand shot out faster than yours, though, opening it for you with a smile.

           “It would be no trouble at all, (Y/N),” he assured you.

           With a quiet “thank you”, you slid into your seat, flinching when Steve closed the door behind you. As you sank into the dark leather beneath you, you wondered if it was too late to turn back. You couldn’t get that meeting in his office out of your head; the way his voice had hardened, the way his face had turned stormy when you hadn’t thanked him initially, it still sent shivers down your spine. Steve had spent years as America’s ‘golden boy’, but you couldn’t shake the suspicion that there could be a darker side of him just beneath the surface.

           You jolted in your seat when you heard his door open, and you watched as he climbed into the driver’s side, his weight making the car shift as he settled in.

           After flashing a small smile your way, he pressed a button and the car started, its engine purring quietly. You were both silent as you made your way to the interstate, your apartment fading into the distance in the rear-view mirror. It was only after the car was on the highway that Steve glanced your way again.

           “You can put on the radio, if you’d like. We have a good hour of driving ahead of us, and that’s if traffic isn’t too crazy.”

           You sighed; traffic in the city was always crazy.

           You fiddled with the radio, eventually finding a station that you liked and turning it down to a low volume, just wanting some background noise.

           “Hey, I actually know this song,” Steve smiled. “Doesn’t happen too often these days; most of the music I listen to is on the records I have at home.”

           You smiled a little at that; some of the things he said really made him sound like a grandpa.

           “I like the oldies, too,” you told him, head turning to look out your window. “Do you have a favorite band?”

           Steve thought about it for a second, his thumbs tapping absentmindedly against the steering wheel.

           “Well… You’ve probably never heard of them, but I really liked The Ink Spots back in the day. Oh, and Frank Sinatra is pretty hard to beat.”

           “I happen to enjoy Sinatra myself,” you said. “I don’t know a lot of his music by name, but he has a really distinct voice.”

           “That’s true,” Steve smiled. “…You know, you have a really distinct voice, too.”

           Well, that came out of nowhere. You chuckled a little, feeling your cheeks heat up.

           “I…don’t think so,” you tried to dismiss him.

           “No, I mean it,” he insisted. “I really like your speaking voice; I imagine you’re a nice singer, too.”

           “You are… so wrong,” you informed him. “My singing voice sounds like a cat being boiled.”

           He threw his head back, his shoulders shaking with the force of his laugh.

           “And just how do you know what that sounds like?” he asked you, glancing away from the road to raise an eyebrow at you.

           You just shrugged, your smile fading slowly as you looked down at your lap.

           “Why do you do that?” you heard yourself saying.

           “Do what?”

           “Compliment me so much,” you clarified, not daring to look his way. “You always have something nice to say about me. Why?”

           It took Steve a few moments to answer, evidently pondering over his words.

           “Well,” he finally said, “I suppose I’m just used to saying what’s on my mind. Everything I’ve told you has been true, you know.”

           You felt something in your chest flutter, and you chewed on your lip as you cranked the radio louder. It wasn’t necessarily the words he’d spoken just now that unsettled you; no, it was the way he’d said them: softly, earnestly, in a tone that you don’t just use with a student or a friend. You tried to push that thought away, tried to write it off as ridiculous; he was Captain America. Why and how would he ever develop feelings for someone like you?

           The majority of the car ride passed in silence, and you watched the sun sink lower into the sky. He’d picked you up in the middle of the afternoon, and as the winter dragged on, the days were getting shorter and shorter. So when you finally made it into Brooklyn, the sky was awash in light pinks and oranges; the sun would be going down in about two hours.

           “So, I was thinking,” Steve finally spoke up, setting his right hand on the gear shift, “that we could stop for an early dinner before heading to our hotel room. I know a great pizza place close by.”

           His pinky was just barely resting against your thigh as he spoke, and even that tiny point of contact was enough to make you uncomfortable. You pressed your thighs together, putting some distance between your leg and his hand, and you thought that you saw his jaw clench at the motion.

           “U-um,” you finally spoke up, realizing he was still waiting for an answer, “yeah, that sounds good. I could go for some pizza.”

           With a nod of his head, he turned his turn signal on, turning down the next road. In no time, he’d parked the car in a parking garage and led you out onto a street. When you reached a brick building with a sign that said Lucali on it, he held open the door for you, waving you in before him.

           The smell of Italian food immediately washed over you, and you almost let out a moan as you deeply inhaled. A young, sweet-looking hostess walked to the two of you instantly, doing a double take when she saw the man you were with.

           Grabbing a few menus, she, for her credit, quickly got over her moment of being star-struck.

           “Good evening; table for two?”

           “That’d be great,” Steve said, giving her one of his trademark smiles. “We would like one in the back, if any are available.”

           “O-of course, Mr. Rogers,” she assured him, leading you both into a more secluded area. Jazz music was playing over the sound system, and as you sank into the booth you were led to, you noticed that every table had a small succulent on its surface.

           “Can I get you guys started with something to drink?” the nice girl asked, and you were about to say that you’d just take water when Steve interrupted you.

           “We’ll have a bottle of the house red blend,” he told her.

           “Oh, no,” you tried to say, “I don’t really want any wine-“

           The look Steve gave you stopped you dead in your tracks, and you were quickly taking back your words for a reason you couldn’t quite name.

           “U-um, that is, could I have a water with that?” you corrected yourself. Steve smirked, never taking his eyes off of you as the hostess hurried away.

           You squirmed in your chair, not daring to make eye contact with the man in front of you until he spoke your name softly.

           “Um… Yes?”

           “You know, I’d really like it if you were able to relax,” he said softly. “Sip some wine with me; try not to be so tense. Let yourself enjoy the evening.”

           Before you could reply, the hostess was back with your drinks, and you immediately chugged half of the glass of wine she’d poured for you – you would welcome anything that could take the edge off, at this point.

           “So,” Steve said, not touching his own glass, “I have a whole itinerary planned out for tomorrow. I thought we could start out by going to the building I grew up in; I was sure that they’d have tore it down by now, but apparently it’s still an apartment complex.”

           “We could even take some pictures,” you added, finishing off your glass. “They might be a nice inclusion to the chapter.”

           “That’s a great idea,” he smiled. “So, we’ll check it out and take some photos, and then we’ll go to Coney Island; Bucky and I used to go there all the time. Once, he made me ride this rollercoaster there until I got sick.” Steve laughed fondly at the memory. “But I got him back the next time and made him go on the tilt-a-whirl until he passed out.”

           You chuckled, feeling the wine start to tingle pleasantly through your veins.

           “Bucky? That was your best friend, right? The…the winter soldier?”

           Steve’s smile grew sad at the mention of that title, but he nodded his head, reaching over to your glass of water and taking a sip casually. If it weren’t for the wine, you were sure you’d have found that odd, but you didn’t even think twice about it.

           “He doesn’t like to be called that anymore,” he corrected you. “But he was known by that name once.”

           You were both silent as he poured you another glass, and you mumbled a quick ‘thank you’ before promptly sipping on it. The air between you felt awkward all of a sudden, and you regretted bringing up the tender subject.

           “So,” you spoke up, “what else is on your itinerary?”

           “Well…” Steve perked up, “I thought that we could head over to Central Park after Coney Island; it’s all the way in Manhattan, but I used to go there and draw when I was a kid.”

           “You like to draw?”

           “I sure do. It’s one of the things that I’ve been good at since before the serum.”

           “I’m sure that’s not true,” you assured him.

           “Oh, believe me, it is,” he grinned, and there was a softness in his eyes as he looked at you. “Other than getting in way over my head. I’ve always done that, too.”

           When the waitress came by your table, Steve ordered for the both of you, but you didn’t mind; he happened to order your favorite type of pizza, and you smiled at the coincidence. The wine was starting to make your head buzz, but you welcomed it over the constant anxiety you seemed to be facing these days.

           Your pizza came out surprisingly quick, right in the middle of a story you were telling Steve about your childhood. He was watching you so intently, his chin resting on his palm and his eyes sparkling with amusement. First one, then two more glasses of wine had been drunk (by only one of the people at your table), and when the bottle went empty he slid his still-full glass over for you to finish.

           The both of you were completely silent as you ate the pizza; it seemed that you both were hungry. You ate your fill before sitting back and watching Steve ate the majority of the meal as you sipped your wine; you’d never seen anybody eat that much pizza in one setting, but then again, you’d never dined with a super soldier before.

           The sun outside had completely disappeared by the time the two of you were finished, an entire bottle of wine sloshing in your belly as you stumbled out of the restaurant.

           “Woah there,” Steve chuckled, holding his arm out for you to support yourself on. “You ok?”

           “’M great,” you waved him off. “Just drank a little more than I was expecting to. You should’a stopped me at my second glass.”

           All Steve replied with was a deep chuckle, leading you back to the car and helping you into your seat. You blushed as he buckled your seatbelt for you, feeling like a child.

           “I can do it myself,” you tried to protest, but he batted your hands away when you reached for him.

           “I know you can. But I want to help you.”

           You huffed but made no attempt to further protest, settling in against the cushy seat as he started to drive you to the hotel. Your eyelids were slowly starting to feel heavier, and you jolted when you suddenly felt a hand descend on your shoulder.

           “Hey, doll,” Steve was saying, “We’re here. Wake up.”

           You blinked sluggishly; you hadn’t meant to drift off. Letting out a soft grunt, you opened your door and stood up on stiff legs. Your teacher smiled over at you as he unloaded your suitcases, handling all of the bags as he led you out of the parking garage and into one of the fanciest hotel lobbies you’d ever seen.

           Your shoes clicked against the marble flooring as you walked with Steve to the receptionist’s desk. The man behind the counter gave your professor a wide smile, not even sparing you a glance as he greeted the soldier.

           “Welcome, Mr. Rogers,” he grinned. “We are honored to have you staying with us, sir.”

           “Thank you,” he replied. “We have a reservation under-“

           “Rogers, yes. We have your room all set up.” The man handed Steve a keycard, and you wondered if he would start vibrating with how excited he was at having such a famous guest. “Please, do let us know if there’s anything we can do to make your stay more pleasant.”

           “I sure will; have a good evening.”

           With that, Steve gestured for you to walk into the nearby elevator before him, pressing the button for the 11th floor.

           “I was wondering if that guy was gonna kiss you,” you joked, and he threw his head back as he laughed.

           “I…am very glad he didn’t,” he sighed. “Wouldn’t wanna make you jealous.”

           Your eyes widened, but before you could say anything, the elevator dinged open and Steve was making a beeline down the hallway. You rushed to follow him to a door marked “1110”, and the first thought you had after he unlocked the door and led you inside was…there’s only one bed. The room was gorgeous, of course. Soft carpet flooring, white linens, dark wood furniture, and you passed a spacious, luxurious bathroom as you stepped further into the room.

           “Um… Steve?”

           He turned to you as he set your bags on the dresser, eyebrows raised.

           “Yeah?”

           “There, um… There’s only one bed.”

           “Oh,” he said, looking around at the bed as if only just then noticing it, “Yeah. All of the rooms with two were taken.”

           “…Um… Alright, then,” you said, starting to sober up from the wine.

           Walking over to the bed, you pulled off one of the pillows and dropped it to the floor, gripping the comforter and moving to pull it off of the mattress.

           “What are you doing?”

           You met Steve’s eyes, halting in your movements.

           “I’m making myself a bed on the floor.”

��          “The floor?”

           You nodded, wondering why it was so surprising.

           “Yeah, I don’t mind sleeping on the floor,” you said. “You paid for the room, so you deserve the bed.”

           “…Why don’t we just share it?”

           You felt your cheeks heat up at his question, feeling like a deer in headlights as he stared at you.

           “U-um, well… It’s just that you, um… you’re my teacher,” you explained, feeling dumb as you said so. “Wouldn’t that be…inappropriate?”

           “Oh, c’mon, doll,” Steve sighed, setting his hands on his hips. “We’re both adults. You don’t need to be so immature about this.”

           Your eyes were round, and your mouth hung open, not knowing what to say to that. Your chest tightened at the feeling of disappointment, for some reason feeling sick at the thought of Steve thinking of you as ‘immature’.

           “I…  I’m sorry,” you stuttered, voice small. “I’m just…going to put my pajamas on.”

           You opened your suitcase hurriedly and snatched the first tank top and pajama pants you saw before rushing into the bathroom, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You took your time dressing, not wanting to venture back out into the bedroom to face him again; why did he bother you so much? Why did you care about what he thought?

           Letting out a deep sigh, you looked at yourself in the mirror, heart sinking when you saw your shirt. Or, rather, what was showing straight through your shirt. Your nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of your white tank top, and for a second you pondered putting on your bra again. But it was stark black, sure to show through even more blatantly than your nipples.

           Staring up at the ceiling, you briefly wondered if there was some higher power out there who just liked watching you squirm, scattering awkward, embarrassing moments throughout your life like a child throwing confetti.

           Whatever, you decided, gathering up your dirty clothes and holding them against your chest. Steve thought you were immature, anyways. He probably wouldn’t spare your nipples a second glance, right?

           …Right?

           Summoning your courage, you opened the door and walked out, not once glancing over at your teacher as you headed to your suitcase. Not even when you heard him sigh and sit up straighter on the bed.

           “Doll, I didn’t mean to be mean earlier,” he was saying as you shoved the bundle in your hands into the bag. “You’re very mature for your age, and I-“

           You turned around, mouth open to speak, but you stopped when Steve’s words were cut off by a deep inhale. You glanced up shyly, just in time to see his eyes fly up from your chest to your face, his eyes a bit wide as he tried to keep his gaze fixed on yours.

           For the first time since walking back into the bedroom, you realized that he was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, his muscles on full display as he lounged against the headboard. You hoped he didn’t see how your thighs clenched together at the sight, but his eyes caught every movement you made as you stood before him.

           “I…” he cleared his throat, “I’m sorry for calling you immature earlier.”

           You nodded, tearing your eyes away from his pectorals as you padded over to your side of the bed. Not daring to make any eye contact, you lifted the sheets, snuggling down into them and turning onto your side. You were faced away from him as you spoke next.

           “It’s ok,” you said. “I think I’m going to go to bed now.”

           “Alright, doll,” Steve murmured. “Goodnight.”

           A few moments later, you felt his weight leave the bed as he got up to turn off all the lights. Once the room was completely dark, you felt the bed dip again, and you curled up into a ball to try and take up as little space as possible.

           For a long while, you could only hear your own breathing, and one by one your muscles were beginning to relax. Just as you were on the edge of sleep, though, you heard sheets sliding against skin, and then a pair of impossibly strong arms were wrapping themselves around you.

           Your breath caught in your throat, and for a second you froze. Your heart was pounding, and you felt Steve’s hot breath against the back of your neck. Wondering if he was just latching onto you in his sleep, you tried scooting away, wriggling in his iron-like grip. But despite your best efforts, he wouldn’t budge.

           “Steve,” you whispered, “can you-“

           “Stop,” he murmured, his nose nuzzling into the side of your neck. “Just be still.”

           Your eyes widened, and you felt a rising tide of panic swell in your chest. Once more, you tried to distance yourself from him, reaching back behind you to try and push against his chest, but he only tightened his grip on you, squeezing you until it was beginning to grow harder to breathe.

           “Stay. Still,” he growled, giving you one hard shake.

           You whimpered at his tone, too shocked to say anything else. Limply, you let your hands fall back to your side, feeling the fight leave your body like water going down a drain.

           “Good girl.”

           Letting out shaky breaths, you forced your eyes to close and willed your breathing to slow down. Despite your discomfort, your exhaustion was getting the best of you, and your eyelids were once more growing heavy. Sleep was beginning to overtake you, and in the last moments before it completely won you over, you realized how warm Steve was, how nice it felt to be in someone’s arms. In any other situation, you could see yourself enjoying this.

           But tonight was different. Tonight, you were trapped, and as nice as your body felt, your mind was at war with itself as you finally succumbed to sleep.

­­­­­­­­__________

           You woke up impossibly warm. There was a comforting weight on top of you, and the pillow beneath your head was so soft, providing just the right amount of support. It was so unlike your own bed back home, filled with lumps and-

           Your breath caught in your throat as the events of the night before came flooding back to you. Your eyes flew open, falling to the blonde head currently resting against your chest – Steve. He seemed to be asleep, his arm wrapped around your stomach and his lips slightly parted. From this angle you could see how long his eyelashes were, and for a brief moment you felt a flutter of jealousy.

           But that feeling soon left when he took in a deep breath through his nose, his spine stretching and his arm flexing against you. You felt his thumb lazily trace circles against your side as he let out a yawn.

           “Good morning,” he sighed, eyes still closed.

           You gulped, feeling that familiar spike of fear inside you.

           “Good m-morning,” you whispered back. You made to swing your legs over the side of the bed, but his arm only tightened in its grip.

           Finally, he opened his eyes and looked up at you.

           “Where are you going,” he asked, voice suddenly devoid of all sleepiness.

           “Just to the bathroom,” you murmured, and thankfully, he let you go, rolling onto his back to allow you to stand up.

           You felt his eyes on you the entire time it took for you to cross the room, and you let out a sigh of relief once there was a door separating you. A door which, you knew, he could easily put his fist through if he wanted; you’d always been aware of his strength, but it hadn’t seemed real to you until you’d felt his arms caging you in against him.

           As you went about your business, you belatedly came to the realization that there was no explaining his actions anymore. You could no longer shake away the feelings of unease Steve arose within you; you could no longer call yourself ridiculous for not feeling safe with Captain America, of all people. As you washed your face and considered your countenance in the mirror, you felt your world came to a screeching halt as you accepted the fact that had been right in front of you the entire time.

           Steve wanted you.

           After gathering up your courage, you stepped out of the bathroom to find Steve already up and dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. He gave you a soft smile when your eyes met, but now you could see the steel behind it.

           “I figured we could just eat breakfast here,” he told you, using such a nonchalant tone that for a second you forgot entirely about last night. “They have a buffet downstairs. After that we can head to my old stompin’ grounds and take some pictures.”

           “Th-that sounds good,” you assured him, cautiously walking over to your suitcase. “Is it ok if I take a shower first?”

           “Of course it is. You want me to get out of your hair, leave you with the room to yourself? You can just come downstairs and meet me in the dining hall when you’re all set.”

           “Oh.” You blinked in surprise. “Um, yeah, that would be great.”

           Steve gave you another warm little smile, setting his hand on your shoulder as he walked past you.

           “I’ll be waiting for you.”

           You watched him leave, waiting to hear the door click completely shut before grabbing everything you needed from your suitcase and heading back into the bathroom. You took your time in the shower, wondering what exactly you should do about all of this. You couldn’t spend an entire week with Steve, not if he continued acting so…weird around you.

           As you applied your makeup and dried your hair, you reasoned that, yes, Steve definitely had…some kind of feelings for you. Maybe it was a crush; maybe it was something more. Or maybe he just wanted to get in your pants. Either way, you had to tell him that his feelings weren’t returned, that you wanted to end the trip early. He could find another intern to finish out the week.

           For now, you decided, you would do what he wanted for today; you would go with him to his old house and take notes; you would go to Coney Island with him. But as soon as he mentioned going back to the hotel, you would lay it all out for him and get an Uber back to your apartment.

           Feeling determined, you grabbed your purse and headed down to the ground floor, almost getting lost in the vast hotel several times before you were able to locate the dining hall. Upon entering the large room, you saw Steve sitting at a table, tapping away at his phone with an already-empty plate. When he looked up at saw you, though, he hurriedly shoved the phone into his pocket and gave you a smile.

           “You look great,” he said as you passed him on the way to the buffet.

           All you could manage was a weak smile for him as you went about assembling a plate for yourself, even though you really didn’t have an appetite. You settled on some fruit salad and a muffin, grabbing a cup of orange juice as you went back to the table.

           “That’s all you’re gonna eat?” Steve asked, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. You put on a false smile and nodded as you picked at your food.

           “I’m not really hungry this morning.”

           He didn’t offer any protest as you ate, and as soon as you were done he ushered you out into the parking garage. The car ride to his old home was mostly silent, leaving you to watch the streets of Brooklyn go by.

           “This town has really changed,” Steve eventually sighed. “It’s always weird coming back here.”

           You were quiet for a few moments, thinking about what to say. He’d sounded strangely…sad.

           “You don’t think it’s changed for the best?” you finally spoke.

           “Well… I dunno. Yes and no, I think. Because modern technology is great; there’s no disputing the accomplishments we’ve made with it. But this city used to be…smaller. And not just in size; it used to be that each street had its own flavor, its own feel to it. Now, everything is so commercialized that it doesn’t even seem real anymore.”

           “…I’m sorry, Steve,” you muttered, feeling genuine sympathy for him despite how he’d made you feel. “I can’t imagine what you’ve gone through.”

           Steve nodded, parallel parking the car onto the side of the road.

           “I wouldn’t want you to, doll. The things I’ve seen sure can change a person.”

           With that, he hopped out of the car, jogging around to open your door for you. As you stepped out onto the sidewalk, you saw a three-story brick building right in front of you. The first floor was dedicated to a Chinese restaurant and, beside it, a used bookstore, but it appeared that the top two floors were used for housing.

           “That window,” Steve said, leaning closer to point it out to you, “used to be in my bedroom. And the downstairs was a clothing store back then. My mom was a tailor there when I was little, before she became a nurse.”

           He led you around the building into an alleyway, a melancholy smile on his face. The alley was not unlike any other you’d seen; trash was strewn about and trashcans were lined up against the far wall. You heard music drifting out of an open window somewhere above you, though, and some of the windows had flower boxes with overflowing ivy inside of them. Steve paused at the foot of an old stairway made of iron, resting one of his feet on the bottom step and rubbing his hand up and down its rail.

           “I used to climb these stairs every day,” he said wistfully. “And me and Bucky would play in the alleyway; I could always beat him at jacks.”

           You gave him a small smile, walking closer to him.

           “Can I borrow your phone?” you asked. “For the pictures.”

           “Oh, right.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a StarkPhone, handing it to you. He made to walk away from the steps, but you held one of your hands out.

           “No, stay there,” you instructed. “Look up at your old apartment, and uh…act natural.”

           He chuckled, moving back to his position next to the stairwell.

           “Whatever you say, Miss Photographer.”

           You snapped a few photos from different angles, liking especially one where he had his back to the camera, his profile visible as he looked up at his old front door. You quickly set a black-and-white filter over it before handing him back the device.

           “I think those all look good,” you said. “Tell me what you think.”

           Steve flipped through the photos, lingering on the one you’d made black and white.

           “These are great,” he praised you. “But they’d look much better with you in them with me.”

           He gave you a wink as he tucked the phone back into his pocket, gesturing for you to follow him back to the car before you had the chance to say anything more.

           “C’mon, it’s been decades since I’ve gone to Coney Island. I wanna see how different it is these days.”

           The rest of the day was strangely…pleasant, in spite of being with a man you knew to have some kind of strange fascination with you. Going to Coney Island with Steve kind of made you feel like a kid again. He wouldn’t go on any of the rides, but he did play some of the carnival games with you. It was his idea.

           “C’mon, we can’t come here and not have at least a little bit of fun,” he’d cajoled. You’d given in, following him to the ring toss stall.

           After that, you began to loosen up a little bit. The games were fun, despite how rigged they clearly were. Steve, though, was unsurprisingly amazing at them; he’d even broken the Strong Man game. When he’d brought the hammer down onto the button, not only did the bell ring, but it cracked in half. He’d grinned and picked a huge teddy bear off of the rack, handing it to you proudly, and you hadn’t been able to do anything but laugh and accept it with a smile.

           After stopping to get a hot dog (or three hot dogs for Steve), you’d piled back into his car, barely able to fit the bear into the backseat. On the ride to Central Park, you skimmed through Steve’s phone, picking out your favorite of the photos you’d taken at the amusement park. You laughed and showed him the one you’d taken just after he broke the game; in the picture his eyes were wide as he looked back at you sheepishly.

           When you got to the park and managed to find a parking space close by, you sensed a distinct shift in Steve’s mood. As you got out and let him guide you to the spot in the park he used to visit as a child, you felt his eyes on you constantly, and your small talk puttered out into dead silence. You felt the back of your neck prickle with discomfort as you noticed the path you were walking on becoming less and less crowded, leaving you alone with the super soldier.

           You had the feeling that something bad was about to happen.

           Eventually, the two of you came to a shady part of the path where the tree branches hung low, shielding the asphalt underfoot from sunlight. There was a small, old-looking bridge in front of you, and Steve paused when the two of you were standing overtop of it.

           “Why are we stopping?” you asked, turning to him. “Is this the place?”

           Steve didn’t answer, looking down at his hands where they rested against the bridge. You felt that familiar sense of anxiety rising up inside of you, and you fidgeted as you watched him carefully.

           “You know, I’ve thought about this moment for a while, now,” he finally said, “But hell, I’m still nervous.” He gave you a sheepish smile, but it did nothing to make you feel better. “I guess you just have that effect on me.”

           You gulped, clenching your fists at your sides.

           “Steve, what…what are you talking about?”

           “I think you know, doll.” He stepped closer to you, his chest almost touching yours. “I think you’ve known for a while.

           “You must know that I’m crazy about you by now.”

           You looked down, not able to meet his eyes, but his hand went under your chin and guided your face back up towards him.

           “Hey, look at me, baby. I-“

           “No, please don’t,” you whispered, shaking your head. “Steve, we can’t-“

           “I love you.”

           Your heart sank upon hearing those words, and despite how he’d treated you up to this point, it broke your heart to see how hopeful his expression was.

           “Steve, I…” You paused, and he eagerly nodded, hoping to hear something you knew you couldn’t say. “We can’t do this. You’re my teacher, and I’m your student. We could both get in huge trouble.”

           You watched the hopeful glimmer in his eyes fade away, replaced with disappointment as his face fell.

           “But…what if you weren’t my student?” he suddenly asked.

           You scrunched up your eyebrows questioningly.

           “What do you mean?”

           “(Y/N), you don’t have to go to school anymore,” he told you in a pleading voice. “I…I could take care of you. You could do your writing from home, and I could provide for us and our family. I know that you have your own plans, but now you don’t have to-“

           “Our family? Steve, I’m so… I’m confused. You expect me to just quit everything and, what? Be your housewife?”

           Steve frowned at your tone, setting a hand on your shoulder. You tried to move it away from him, but his grip was like iron.

           “Doll, I know that this is sudden, but I also know that I can make you happy. And you can’t deny that you have the same feelings that I do. I can hear your heart pounding as we speak-“

           “That’s because I’m afraid, Steve! I hardly even know you, and the only feelings you’ve given me so far have been fear and discomfort. You can’t just fucking decide that-“

           His grip on you tightened, causing you to let out a yelp of pain.

           “Watch your language, baby,” he warned you, voice hard as steel. “I won’t have you speaking to me that way. Not after everything I’ve done for you.”

           “What you’ve done for me?! You haven’t-“

           “I changed my whole life for you,” he spat, his face getting closer and closer to yours. “I moved across town into a shitty matchbox apartment just to be closer to you. I got you into my class so we could properly meet one another. I’ve given you my heart, (Y/N), and I’m ready to give you the life you’ve always wanted!”            Your head spun with his revelation of just how crazy he was. You wanted to scream in his face; you wanted to tell him just how insane he was. But you knew that wasn’t the smart thing to do in this situation, and if you wanted to make it out of this, you would have to be smart. He was stronger than you, and you were alone with no one else in sight; you couldn’t fight your way out of this.

           “S-Steve,” you whispered, forcing yourself to look into his eyes. “Steve, please. I’m sorry for being so…rude. Just… Can we talk about this? Maybe at the hotel? All of this is so sudden, just like you said. I need to think it through.” You silently willed him to believe what you were saying; if you could just make it back to the street you could try and find help.

           He seemed to turn over your words, hesitating before finally loosening his grip on you.

           “…Okay, doll,” he nodded, taking a step back. “We can talk about this. But you’d better watch the tone you take with me. Now let’s-“

           He was cut off by the sound of a ringtone emanating from his back pocket – more specifically, your ringtone. You both froze for a long moment before Steve slowly reached for it, and your blood ran cold when you saw its familiar phone case. It wasn’t the StarkPhone you’d been borrowing from your teacher all day; no, that was your phone. The one that you hadn’t been able to find yesterday.

           And Steve had it.

           “…I’m sorry about that,” he sighed, crushing the device in his palm as if it were made of paper mache. “I know that this looks bad… I was gonna give it back to you after our week together.”

           All of your reason went out the window, and on shaky legs you turned and did the only thing your brain could think about in that moment.

           You ran.

           You could hear Steve’s footfalls behind you, moving impossibly fast, and you let out a scream, making your voice as loud as possible and willing your legs to move faster. Within seconds though, his vice-like arms were around you, one of his massive palms pressing against your mouth and muffling your cries.

           “Cut it out right now,” he demanded. “You know you can’t win this fight.”

           You didn’t faulter in your frenzied movements, though, still kicking your legs blindly. It was only until you felt his hand move from your mouth to your throat that you went still, your vision slowly going black at the corners as it became harder to breathe.

           You were still trying to scream, though, begging anyone who could possibly hear you for help even as your voice became thin and strained. All too soon, though, you felt something hard hit you in the back of the head, and you felt yourself sinking into unconsciousness.

           “Shh, it’s ok,” you thought you heard Steve say. “I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

           And then everything went black.

________

           The first thing you became aware of as you woke up was how sore you felt. Your head was pounding, your mouth was dry, and your arms were cramping. With a low moan, you tried to move them, but something around your wrists was stopping you.

           “Shhh, doll, you’re ok. I’m so glad you’re waking up.”

           Slowly, your eyes opened and you found yourself face to face with Steve. Sucking in a deep breath, you turned and saw your wrists tied to a bedframe with a thin but strong length of rope. Judging by the rope burn on your skin and the soreness in your muscles, you’d been tied up in that position for a while.

           “I was so afraid I’d hit you too hard,” Steve was going on, perched right next to your hip on the mattress. “I’m sorry that I had to do that, but to be fair, you weren’t leaving me much of a choice.”

           Your eyes widened as you took in the room you were trapped in. The walls and floor were made out of concrete, and there were no windows in sight. There were, however, bookshelves lining an entire wall to your left, and there was a brown leather couch and two matching armchairs placed in front of them. A staircase sat in the corner to your right, and there were two visible doors in the room – one right in front of you and one to the right.

           “Doll? You okay there? Your heart is beating faster than a steam engine.”

           You turned back to face Steve so quickly that your head spun with the movement.

           “S-Steve?” Your voice was brittle, and you just then realized how much your throat hurt.

           “Oh, here, hon. Sip some water; it should help your throat feel better.” Steve stood up and retrieved a glass of water from the nightstand before once more taking his place beside you and holding it to your lips. You tried to lift your head up off the pillow as much as possible, but some of it still dribbled down your chin.

           After you’d drank your fill, Steve put the glass back on the table and leaned over you, letting one of his hands rest on your hip while the other one wiped away the water you’d spilled.

           “There you go. That feel any better?”

           You warily nodded, completely unsettled by the pleasant little smile he was wearing on his face.

           “Steve,” you tried once again. “Where am I?”

           “Don’t worry about that,” he said, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb while his other hand drew lazy circles against your hip. “You’re safe.”

           You struggled once more against your ties, but all you accomplished was aggravating your already raw skin. Steve sighed and pulled away, standing up and putting his hands on his hips.

           “Doll, I’ve already warned you about your attitude,” he chided. “If you calm down, I’ll untie you, but first you’ve gotta settle down and behave. Understood?”

           You felt tears spring to your eyes as you realized just how helpless you were in this situation, but you blinked them away as you nodded. You stopped struggling and lay still.

           “I-I understand.”

           “Good girl. Now, I’ll untie you, but if you try to run or do anything stupid, I won’t hesitate to tie you up again and leave you like that for the next week. Got it?” When you nodded your head, Steve tsked, shaking his head. “You need to do better than that. Say, ‘I promise not to run, Steve.’”

           “I-I promise not to run, Steve,” you recited, feeling a tear slide down your cheek.

           His face softened at that, and he leaned over you to wipe it away.

           “Don’t cry, baby. You’re safe here, remember? The last thing I wanna do is hurt you.”

           Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pocketknife, and you winced as he gripped the rope. With quick, deft movements, he severed both chords, and as soon as you were free you scrambled as far away from him on the bed as possible, rubbing the sore skin of your wrists while drawing your knees up to your chin. Steve sighed at your response, but all he did was sit down on the bed again.

           “Now, you said you wanted to talk earlier, right? So let’s talk. But this time, watch your tone; you’re already due for a punishment for how you spoke to me earlier.”

           You felt yourself blanch at his tone, hugging your knees tighter as you watched him; you didn’t want to talk. You didn’t even know what to say, other than to voice the one question echoing in your mind.

           “…Why?” you finally asked. “Why are you doing this?”

           “Because I love you, doll,” was his immediate response. “I know that you’re confused. I know that you’re scared, and I can understand that. Love is…scary; it’s terrifying. But I know that if you just give me a chance, you’ll see how happy we can be together.”

           You shook your head, trying to trample down the anger you felt welling up inside you; yelling at him would get you nowhere.

           “Steve…this isn’t the way to go about this,” you carefully said. “I don’t want a relationship right now. And it’s not about you; I don’t want a relationship with anybody until I’m done with college. Please, just…let me go, and I promise I won’t tell anyone, ok? We can even go on a proper date after I graduate if you still want to. Just please, please, let me go. You don’t want to do this.”

           Steve’s lips stretched into a humorless smile, and he let out a cold chuckle.

           “I don’t want this, huh? What do you know about what I want? As a matter of fact, what has anyone ever known about what I want? Or what’s more, when have they cared?

           “I never wanted to be this,” he growled, gesturing down at his body. “I didn’t want to be some super soldier; I just wanted to serve my country. I never wanted to wake up in a century I didn’t belong in. I didn’t want to fight against an alien army; I didn’t want to watch half of my friends turn to dust; I didn’t want to see the first woman I ever loved slowly die of an old age I never got to reach.

           “But I did it. I did all of that, and now? I’m tired of doing shit I don’t wanna do just because it’s what’s right. Just this once, I want something for myself. Someone for myself. I want to be happy. And baby, right now, you’re what I need to be happy.

           “I’ve given everything away, and now I’m going to collect on what I’ve rightfully fucking earned.”

           The entire time he was talking, his gaze had gone darker and darker as his voice rose, and now he stood up, marching to the side of the bed you were resting on and pulling you up with both hands wrapped around your biceps. You felt yourself being lifted completely into the air, but before you could push him away, he was kissing you.

           His lips were unforgiving as they moved against yours, his tongue shoving itself inside of your mouth ungracefully. You whimpered, pressing your hands against his chest and wriggling your body in his grip. He made no signs of budging, though, only tightening his grip on you.

           Desperate to separate yourself from him, you bit down on his tongue, feeling yourself being suddenly dropped to the hard floor as Steve let out a howl. You thought you saw blood trickle down from his lips as you staggered to your feet, but you tore your eyes away from him and quickly started rushing to the stairs. Taking two steps at a time, you climbed them until you reached the steel door at their top.

           With shaky hands, you turned its handle, but it didn’t move so much as an inch. Feeling your heart plummet to your toes, you uselessly flung yourself against it, vaguely aware of your own screaming.

           Letting out a sob, you pressed your back against the cold steel, looking down to see Steve wiping a small trail of blood off of his chin. He hadn’t moved from his spot, and in spite of his obvious pain, there was a smirk on his lips. There was no mistaking the anger in his eyes, though.

           “Get your ass,” he growled, drawing himself to his full height, “down those fucking stairs.”

           Your entire body was trembling as you realized how helpless you were.

           “NOW,” Steve suddenly shouted, and you jolted at the sound.

           Moving as if in a daze, you descended the stairs, a cold numbness spreading throughout your body as you realized you were well and truly trapped. When you stood in front of Steve once again, you felt his hand grip your chin harshly, yanking your face closer to his.

           “That,” he growled, “was a stupid thing to do.”

           He suddenly spun you around and pushed you, and you let out a shriek as you landed on the mattress. He didn’t give your body a chance to stop bouncing before he was on you, tearing at your shirt until you felt the material rip.

           “I tried to do this the right way,” he was muttering, almost to himself. “I waited for months. I watched you; I was nice to you. I had an entire evening planned for you after the park if you’d have just said yes.”

           You cried out as he yanked your pants down your legs, and you blindly kicked at him as you sobbed. With harsh, jerky movements, he pushed them apart and settled his hips over yours, settling his weight over you until you were pinned.

           “I was gonna be gentle with you,” he continued on, running his hands over your body, squeezing your breasts so hard through your bra that you yelped. “I was going to make your first time so special, baby. But then you had to go and fuck it all up.”

           Your body froze for a second, a wave of terror crashing over you at his implications. Steve used your pause as an opportunity to push his jeans down, taking his underwear with them. You tried your best not to look down at his body as he took his shirt off, but you’d still caught a glance at what lay in store for you.

           His cock was enormous, bigger than any you’d seen in any porn, and you squeezed your legs together at the thought of it inside your body. It wouldn’t fit; there was no way.

           “Please, Steve,” you were babbling, once more trying to push him away. “Please, it’s gonna hurt so bad; please, I don’t want this to be my first time. Steve, I-“

           His hand descended down over your mouth, gritting his teeth as his other hand tore off your bra.

           “I hope it does hurt, doll,” he growled. “I hope you can’t walk straight for a week. I hope that every time you even think of running away from me again, every time you so much as move your legs, you feel me fucking into your tight, virgin pussy and remember who you belong to.”

           Suddenly you were being flipped over onto your stomach, and you gripped the sheets as you felt your panties being torn off. This was it, you thought, and you braced yourself as best you could.

           But when your legs weren’t pulled apart, when you didn’t feel his hands against you for a second, your eyes opened once more. You turned your head to look over your shoulder, only to see Steve’s hand  as it slapped your ass so hard you swore you saw stars.

           You buried your face in the blankets beneath you as he spanked you over and over again, sobbing as the pain radiated throughout your entire body. Every time you tried to crawl away from him, his hands would wrap around your hips and pull you right back to where he wanted your body.

           “Nuh-uh, baby,” he growled. “You need to take your God. Damn. Punishment.”

           Each word was punctuated with a spank, and you did nothing to stop your screams as you lost count somewhere around 15. You’d had no idea how strong he was before this; you’d thought you’d sensed it when he held you in his arms last night; you’d thought you’d seen it in his bulging muscles. But it was only now, as he was using his strength to hurt you, that you fully understood it.

           By the time he stopped, you were laying limp on your stomach, crying into the sheets and trying to think of something, anything other than the pain. But when you felt yourself being maneuvered up onto your knees, you felt your panic only increase.

           He gave you no warning before he shoved his cock inside of you, but even if he had said anything, you doubt you would have heard it over your own scream. Your walls were roughly stretched as he entered you, inch by aching inch. Your chest shook with your sobs as they mingled with his moan of pleasure. A part of you wondered how he could be feeling so good while you were in such pain, but all thought left you when he started moving his hips.

           You’d always known that your first time would be at least a little painful, but nothing could have prepared you for this. The pain seemed to radiate throughout your entire body, and you couldn’t even find it in yourself to struggle as his thrusts grew more regular in their rhythm.

           “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, his hands squeezing your hips. “I knew you would feel good, knew this pussy would be so good to me-“

           He cut himself off with another moan, shifting his hips so he could fuck deeper into you. You had your eyes squeezed shut the entire time, your nails biting into the skin of your palms as you willed the pain to go away. You tried to relax against him; you even tried to enjoy it, just to ease the pain. You were desperate for it to go away, and your cries only increased when Steve started to move faster.

           Whether it was out of pity or just his own sick amusement, he slowed in his rhythm just a bit, snapping his hips almost lazily as one of his hands trailed down your back.

           “Oh, I’m sorry baby,” he breathed, dragging his cock up and down your walls, hitting a spot inside of you that made your eyes fly wide open. “I forgot that you like it nice and slow at first, right?”

           You whined at his words; the pain was still present, but with him hitting against that spot that made colors dance behind your vision, pleasure was starting to build alongside it. You were somewhat aware that you were babbling, but you couldn’t even make out your own words as he hit that spot repeatedly.

           “I used to watch you, you know,” he grunted, reaching around your body to run his finger over your clit. You jolted at the sensation, inadvertently clenching around him. “I would watch you use that little pink toy you kept in your bedside table. I – fuck - memorized how you made yourself cum, knowing I could make you feel so much better than that tiny piece of plastic ever could.”

           As he started thrusting faster once more, his fingers sped up with him, rubbing up and down against your clit until your sobs slowly started transforming into moans.

           “See, doll? I fucking knew you would love this,” he said. “Knew you would see how you were made to be mine. I’ll fucking make you see.”

           Your eyes rolled as you felt yourself moving closer and closer to the edge, and from the shouts and half-grunted words of praise spilling from Steve’s lips, he was getting close, too. His hips were moving at a brutal pace, but you were starting to crave it even through the dull haze of pain. He was filling you up so well, hitting every corner and ridge inside of your pussy so perfectly, so completely; you did nothing to stop your moans from falling out of your lips, all of your fear and agony fading away until there was nothing but Steve and the pleasure he was bringing you.

           “Steve-!” you cried out, your hips moving against his of their own accord. “P-please-“ You weren’t sure if you were begging for him to stop or begging him not to, but as you reached the edge of your climax, you found that you didn’t care.

           “I know, baby,” he growled, “I know. I-I… Fuck!”

           Suddenly, his fingers were gone from your clit, and you let out a whine as your orgasm eluded you, slipping away right through your fingers. You felt something warm flood your pussy, though, and you looked over your shoulder to see Steve’s mouth open in a silent scream, pure bliss written across his features as he came inside of your abused pussy.

           Your eyes were wide open, silently pleading with him as you squirmed beneath his body, but when he opened his eyes and saw your sad, needy face, all he did was grin.

           “I knew you would be perfect, baby,” he panted, slowly pulling his cock out of you with a wince. You ignored the sensation of his cum leaking out of your body, trying to catch your breath between the sobs that were starting to return.

           “W-why…” you started to ask, but he just leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

           “Be a good girl for me next time, and I’ll let you cum.���

           You melted against the mattress and watched him dress with unseeing eyes, the pleasant feelings in your cunt starting to fade while slowly being replaced by a dull, throbbing ache that brought fresh tears to your eyes.

           “Now, I’m going to go out and get a few things from the store,” Steve spoke, his voice steady and neutral despite what he’d just done to you. “I’ll be back in a few hours. I want you to think about what you’ve done and have a nice apology waiting for me when I come home, okay?”

           When you didn’t respond, he turned to you and raised one threatening eyebrow, not looking away until you’d given him a shaky nod.

           “Good girl. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

           After pulling his shoes on, he started climbing the stairs, pausing at the top to look back down at you with a deceptively warm, soft smile.

           “I love you, doll.”

           And with that, he left, leaving you with his cum cooling on your thighs.

[howardpotts]

Could I possibly get smut prompt 54 with Steve? Maybe he doesn't even say it but gestures to his lap and the others are shocked by how nonchalant he is about it. Whatever you write I'll be happy with. 💙💙💙

Of course!!

Bored out of your mind. That’s what you were. You had your fifth day off and had no clue of what to do to make the time go faster. 

Lazily you zapped through Netflix, but you weren’t really in the mood for a movie or a series. You weren’t in the mood for anything that this house had to offer. And the most annoying thing of it all was that Steve had busy days at the office so he couldn’t be here to help you out. You had to wat for at least a few hours before he was back to cuddle with you. 

You wish you could just find something to make the time go faster, to make it feel like those hours turned into minutes. 

Oh. But there was.

It seemed as if a little lightning bulb appeared above your head as your raised from the couch. You could either wait and sit out your time, or you could cheat time and just go to his office now.

+++

“Babe?” You opened his office door. Steve’s head quircked up at the sound of your voice. He didn’t expect to hear it in his office. 

“Hey, come in”, he gestured. For two seconds his eyes were on the paper before closing it and giving you his unprovided attention. “Something wrong? What’s going on?”

You stepped into the big office. His desk might be gigantic, but it’s still too small for Steve’s liking; papers and other kind of stuff were sprawled on the entire surface. Two chairs, that were normally empty, but now seated by Bucky and Sam. 

“N-No”, you say nervously, not expecting the two men to be here. You give them a friendly smile before turning to your boyfriend again.

“Then why are you here?”, he asks, still as patient and nice as he ever is. 

“W-well, uh, I was bored at home and-”

“-and you got here to get all cozy with goodie two shoes”, Sam chimed in. Your cheeks flush as you nod as you give Sam a quick glance. In the corner of your eye, you see Bucky smirking.

Steve’s eyes were slowly going over your figure. He did that whenever he was thinking, whenever he was trying to fit the pieces together. And when it clicks, his eyes are peering in yours. 

“Well, why don’t you come sit on my lap than, hon? You can sit til I’m done working”, he suggests, rolling his chair backwards. 

“And why don’t you guys get the hell out of here?”, he nods to his friends.Both look like they’ve seen some sort of alien before they get up and hurry to leave. You chuckle as you take place. 

“I needed a reason anyway to get them out of here”, he grins before giving you a little kiss. “Now, where was I?”

He opens the documents in front of you again, much to your annoyance. You are literally sitting on his lap and all he can think about is work? Not on your watch. Now that you were here, you wanted the attention.

“Babe, why?”, you whine, arms around his neck as you give him another kiss. “I’m here. Can’t you give me a little attention now?”

Steve sighs as he throws his arms around your hips, eyes on you again. “You know I can’t do that. I have a lot of work. Would’ve been home if I didn’t.”

“Yeah, but a little break can’t hurt, right?”, you argue. Again you give him a kiss, a bit longer now, trying to make him give in by the affection you’re giving him. 

“Stop it, kissing is cheating and you know it”, he smiles. You only grin and shrug your shoulders. Alright, no lip kissing. 

Your hands slowly find their way up. From his broad chest, to his wide shoulders. Thumb going over his jawline while the rest of your hand tickle his neck, going to the back of his head. The little hairs feel soft, but the higher your hand goes, the stiffer the hair becomes. 

A small groan is leaving his lips, his fingers gripping your hips tighter, pushing you against his chest and your core against his slowly growing hardening cock. 

Your hands go back to his chest and find the upper button of his blouse. Slowly you undo the first two buttons, but you make sure to touch him too. You have to make him crazy in order for him to give in. 

“Hon, I gotta-” A small groan interrups his sentence when you flick your hips forward. You know he said that kissing was cheating, but you couldn’t stop yourself. 

Hot wet lips sucked lightly in his neck, slowly making their way to his sweet spot. You could feel the goose bumps appearing. God, you sometimes forget how much effect you could have on this man. He could throw you over the desk, his hands could stop you easily from what you were doing, but yet you made him weak. 

There was this exact moment where you knew he snapped. His hands found their way to the end of your dress and sliding under it. He squeezed your ass harshly as he threw his head back against the headrest. 

Slowly you started to straddly him, lips now sucking lightly at his sweetspot. Little satisfying hums vibrating over your lips. 

You could feel his hard cock pressuring your folds as you rode him, even though there was a lot of clothing inbetween. 

One hand of his went to your head, removing it harshly from his neck and pushing it back to make space for him to devour yours. 

“Ah- Fuck”, you whisper as he bites at one of your favorite spots, his tongue soothing the same space a second later. 

Your hands work on his belt, the clinging echoing through the office. His hands are moving up and down your upper leg, while you try to undo his button. 

Both of you let out a breathing laugh when you can’t seem to unbutton it. He leans a bit backward to give you a little bit more workspace. It seemed like that was all you needed, the button was undone in two seconds.

“Fuck my cock, hon”, he whispered in your ear. You bit your lip and nodded in excitement. You were about to fuck him in his office, while he clearly had important work stuff to do.

You lowered his underwear a bit to get his cock out. Your own panties were shoved aside. 

Before you sank down on him, you pressed his cock on your wetness, making it ready for you. 

You both let out a breath when you lowered yourself. You’ll never get used to the feeling of him in you, how he stretches your walls perfectly and gives you this weave of hotness. 

“So tight for me”, he hisses. You bite his neck lightly as you bottom him out. Before you move, you let yourself get used to him. You didn’t have a lot of foreplay, so you’re a bit too tight to give it your all right away.

When you felt that unpleasant feeling going to the background, you started moving up and down. His hands were on your hips, helping you move and set a pace that you both enjoyed. 

“Fuck baby.”

“Like that, hon.”

The chair creaks a little when you move. It echoes through the entire room and it might even be hearable from the outside. But you didn’t care at all. All you cared about was Steve and his cock that were about to give you your orgasm.

His hands stopped you in your tracks. 

“On my desk. Now.” The words sent a jolt of excitement through your body. You got off him and looked at the papers in front of you. That might not be the most convenient place to have sex on. 

He saw how you watched, the confusion in your eyes. His hand quickly removed the papers to the other side of the desk. It’s probably one big mess he had to search out later, but that wasn’t his concern right now. 

“Turn around”, he commanded. Even though Steve normally definitely leads in bed, he never really was one to command. But now that you were at work, he probably felt a bit more in his Captain America role than he did usually. And god, you loved it.

“Like this, Captain?”, you tried as you bent down, showing your still covered ass. 

He threw the material over your back, your panties were on your knees in a second. “Fucking- yes, doll, like that.”

Doll? That was a first. What a beautiful nickname. Kinda hot as well.

He shoved in you with ease. A loud and quick ‘Ah!’ left your lips, but you bit on your tongue to held in the rest of it. You were in his office after all. People could hear you. 

Steve set a relentless pace, one where your legs were weakening every second. Your hands hold on to the end of his desk, knuckles turning white. You felt how there was knot growing and growing in your stomach, but you were pretty sure that Steve was coming closer too.

“Babe, I’m gonna come”, you warn. His hands tighten around your hips.

“Me too. Come for me. Make me feel you cum”, he breathes. Grunts leaving him with every trust. 

Your body shocks when you come. Full body falls flat on the table, his hands keeping your hips up to thrust him to his own orgasm, which makes him stutter against your ass. His warm cum fills you up, sending an extra wave of your orgasm through you. 

He slides out of you when he’s sure that you both had your high. You get off his desk, fixing your dress and your hair. He puts everything in to place as well. 

When your eyes meet, you both laugh.

 “I can’t believe we did this”, you smile. “You think people heard?”

“Oh, I know they did. Especially those two perves who were in here.”

[parkerrogersgirl]

Happy Accident Part XI

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,733

Warnings: There’s a tad bit of slightly sexual stuff if you squint, otherwise it’s all FLUFF; also LANGUAGE

Summary: After he saves you from being injured at the gym, THE Steve Rogers asks you out. Little by little, you start falling in love with every part of him, his quirks, his old-fashionedness, and his charm. But are you ready to let your guard down and let him in?

Catch up here!

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You smirk, taking his hand as you walk back over to the table where your stuff is. You both put on your jackets, and Steve pays for his drink while you call an Uber. The car arrives, and you go to a fancier movie theater than the one you went to the other day. It was early evening on a Sunday, so the theater wasn’t busy. He pays for your tickets to Kingsman: The Golden Circle, much to your chagrin, and you go over to the bar. It’s one of those theaters where you can buy cocktails and bring them into the movie with you. You order a fruity drink and he gets a beer, and you pay before Steve has a chance to.

You roll your eyes, “of course you got a beer.”

“What?! It’s an American classic! And besides, I can’t get drunk and I don’t like vodka. So there’s no point in drinking it.”

Your jaw drops and you stop, looking up at him. “Wait wait wait wait wait. You can’t get drunk?”

“Nope. I’ve tried.”

You laugh, looking up at him as you walk into the theater, “oh, honey. You obviously haven’t tried hard enough.”

He laughs, winking at you, “well I guess we’ll have to test that one day.”

You sit in the back row of the theater and put your drink in the cupholder and he sits next to you, doing the same. He moves the armrest that separates you, pushing it up so there’s nothing between you. He pulls you closer and you giggle and he grabs your ass. He guides you onto his lap, kissing you deeply. You moan into the kiss, and he starts kissing you more roughly. You feel him getting harder under you as the movie starts. You start to climb off of him, and he groans.

“Doll, that’s just not fair.”

You shrug, “I’ve seen this movie before, you haven’t. I just want to make sure you can pay attention.”

He shakes his head, pulling you back onto his lap so you’re facing the movie screen. “You’re not gonna get away that easy.” He kisses your neck as you watch the movie.

About twenty minutes into the movie, Steve teases you, running his fingers up and down your thighs. You take a few sips of your drink, and he slips his finger up your shirt, making you choke on your drink. “STEVE KNOCK IT OFF,” you whisper-yell.

He chuckles to himself, moving his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You rub your ass against him and he swats your arm, “that’s cheating, baby girl.”

You lean back on him while you watch the movie. He traces circles on your arm as the movie starts to wind down and you kiss his hand. He squeezes you, kissing your neck softly. The movie ends and you stand, stretching with a dramatic yawn.

He stands up with you, cracking his back, “hey, (Y/N). Would you like to stay the night at my place? Since you don’t have class tomorrow, I was thinking that I’d show you around Brooklyn. I’d love for you to see where I grew up.”

You hug him, standing on your toes to kiss him softly, “I’d love that, sweetheart. Can we go by my apartment first so I can get some clothes for tomorrow?”

“Of course, doll.” You leave the theater and go outside, and you decide to walk back to your apartment since it’s only two blocks. Steve puts his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him as you walk. You shiver, and he takes his jacket off, putting it around your shoulders.

“Honey, no. You need to keep warm.”

“No, I don’t. I’m a science experiment. I have a quick metabolism.”

You stop, pulling him into you. You look him in the eyes, “don’t call yourself a science experiment. You’re so much more than that, Stevie. You’re a hero. You’ve saved so many people. You’re not an experiment.”

He pulls you close, kissing you deeply. “How did I get so lucky to find someone like you?”

“I wonder the same thing every day about you,” you start walking faster to your apartment, “for now, it’s freezing. Let’s speed up.”

You eventually reach your apartment building, ducking inside quickly. You hit the elevator button, leaning against the wall. Steve joins you, kissing you softly before you fall backward when the elevator door opens. He catches you, winking as he helps you stand back up. You get in the elevator and he presses the button for your floor. You lean on him and he wraps an arm around you, holding you up as the elevator doors close and you are being moved to your floor.

“You sure you can make it to my place, baby? You look exhausted.” You nod, looking up at him, “I’m sure. I like sleeping at your house. It’s cozy and it makes me feel like I’m part of your life.” The doors open and you get out with Steve, going into your apartment after locking the door. He turns to you, kissing the top of your head, “you are a part of my life, (Y/N). A huge part.”

You giggle, kissing him quickly, “and you’re a big part of mine. I’m gonna go get clothes for tomorrow, I’ll be right back.” You go into your room and grab a bag, packing up clothes. You decide to put on tights under your dress before you forget, because you know your trip to Steve’s on his bike would be freezing. He comes into your room, plopping down on your bed. You pack your toiletries, then look over at him, “do you want me to stay over tomorrow night, too? Since I don’t have class till later on Tuesdays?”

He nods, “of course, baby. I want you for as long as I can have you.”

“Okay, well then I guess I’m staying for till Tuesday,” you smile and pack extra clothes.

“And, uh, if you want, you can keep some clothes over at my place. Ya know, just so you don’t have to bring clothes back and forth.”

“Oh, um, okay. I like that idea.” You finish packing and zip your bag. He chuckles, “I don’t know why you’re packing so much clothing, it’s not like you need much,” he winks.

You gasp, “Steven Grant Rogers, get your mind out of the gutter.”

He stands up quickly, snaking his arm around your face, “that’s almost impossible, considering my girlfriend is the most beautiful woman in the world.”

You blush, picking up your bag, “and I’m in love with Captain fuckin’ America.”

“Damn right you are,” he takes your bag from you, kissing you softly before walking out of your apartment with you. He presses the elevator button while you lock the door behind you. You catch up with him right when the elevator doors open, joining him inside. He drops your bag and pulls you close to him.

You shake your head, stepping away from him a little, “if I lean on you, I’ll fall asleep.”

He rolls his eyes, pulling you back so you’re leaning on him, “no you won’t. Besides, I like holding you in my arms.”

“I like it, too. Being in your arms makes me feel like I’m home.” Your eyes widen, and you bite your lip, “I’m sorry if that’s cheesy.”

He turns you in his arms, looking down into your eyes, “it’s not cheesy. Because I feel the same way. And even if it is cheesy, it doesn’t matter. You’re too gouda to me.”

“You’re such a wonderful goof,” you say laughing as the elevator reaches the lobby. He scoops you up in his arms before picking up your bag, kissing your forehead as he carries you out to his bike.

“Okay, doll. Here’s what we’re gonna do. You’re gonna sit in front of me while I steer. Okay?”

You hop out of his arms, standing on your toes to kiss him, “you care so much about my safety. It’s so romantic.”

He kisses you slowly, then pulls away to plop on the extra helmet onto your head, “I’m gonna get you your own helmet, babe. That’s what we’re gonna do tomorrow.” “I’m okay with that,” You put your bag into the compartment under the seat and climb onto the bike, waiting for Steve to join you.

He slips on his helmet, sitting down behind you. He kisses your neck, his arms going around you to grab his handlebars. He revs his bike, and you giggle. You put your hands on top of his, and he takes off. He starts to head toward Brooklyn, kissing your neck every time he has to stop at a traffic light. Once he gets across the bridge, he hits all green lights until he reaches his house. He parks and gets off first, helping you off before he takes your bag out and puts the helmets in the space under the seat. You grin, making a split decision to jump on his back.

“You’re so light it feels like there’s a feather on my back,” he laughs. He picks up your bag and walks up the steps to his door, carrying you with ease. He unlocks the door and steps inside, locking the deadbolt behind him. He carries you up to his room, dropping your bag on the floor and letting you slide off his back. He turns around to face you, wrapping his arms around you and looking down at you.

“Hey, Steeeeeevie?” You ask, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Yes, doll?” He raises an eyebrow at you inquisitively.

“Can I wear one of your shirts to sleep? They’re comfy.”

He laughs, going to his closet and grabbing a long-sleeved red shirt, bringing it over to you, “you don’t even have to ask. Of course you can.”

You slip off your dress, putting on the shirt before getting into his bed, “you should come warm me up, sweetheart.”

He quickly takes off his clothes, getting into bed with you wearing just his boxers.

He pulls you to him tightly, spooning you, “go to sleep, baby girl.”

You smile, scooting back against him, “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, gorgeous. Sweet dreams.” He kisses the top of your head before you fall asleep in his arms.

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[whichwaytowonderlandep]

Seven Days With Bangtan | Jungkook

Pairings: (Jungkook/Reader)

Genre: Smut

Words: 2,564

Tags: College AU

Wednesday.

You smile as you open your front door, watching as Jungkook stood there, looking around before quickly turning to you. “Hey” Jungkook said with a small smile.

“Hi”  You responded, there was a couple of minutes of silence. Just the two of you standing there, smiling at each other.  But it didn’t feel awkward, it was a comfortable silence.

“Uh, Come on in”  You say as you open the door wider, gesturing for him to pass through. “I was thinking we could watch a movie tonight”  You say as you close it behind him.

Walking towards the living room where you had set up your DVD player, a bunch of movies on display.  "My roommates should be coming home from their trip tomorrow at night"  You say, moving your hands around.

Honestly this felt weird.  Having a boy over with no one else in the house,you haven’t done something like this since high school. Not that you minded, you just didn’t know how to act around the captain of the baseball team. Especially, since he was the one that had asked you out.

“That’s fine with me” Jungkook said as he slips off his jacket. “Do you want some popcorn?” You ask him as you point your thumb towards the kitchen, “I was just about to make some”

“Why don’t you just pick a movie and I’ll be right back”  You say, watching him nod as you walk to your kitchen.  You let out a deep breath as you walk towards the popcorn package that you had put on the counter.

You tap your fingertips on the counter as you watch the microwave count down.  You look back into the living room, watching as Jungkook bends down, to your movie collection underneath the television.

You watch him bend down, giving you the perfect view of his famous ass. You suddenly jump at the sound of the microwave beeping very loudly snapped you out, before you went on full pervert and started undressing him with your eyes.

You pour the hot popcorn into an empty bowl, taking a deep breath in as you walk back into the living room. “Find anything good?” You ask him, setting the bowl down on the glass coffee table.

“Yeah, You okay with this one?” Jungkook asks, showing you three DVDs. You smile as you look at his selection, he had good taste too. “Pick one”

You think for a second before you point to the one you hadn’t seen in a while. You don’t remember all of the details of the movie so maybe it was time to refresh your memory. “That one”

He smiles before turning around to put the DVD in. Once again you found yourself staring at his behind. How the hell am I going to get through this night?, You thought to yourself as you take a sit on the couch.

You watch him press play, before he made his way closer to you. Jungkook sits next to you, both of your thighs rubbing against each other. You watch as Jungkook leans forward, grabbing the the bowl of popcorn before settling it in his lap.

You were sure his thigh was touching yours, but when he acted as if he didn’t know you took it as a sign that he didn’t mind. So when your thighs rub against each other, you take another deep breath.

Jungkook glances at you from the corner of his eyes, he smiles slightly as he notices your red cheeks. Popping another piece of popcorn in his mouth. You watch as he turns slightly towards, pushing the bowl of popcorn closer to you.

You smile as you feel him putting his hand around your shoulder. You don’t dare move your eyes away from the television screen. His arm is warm around your shoulder and you felt all giddy inside. You take a handful of popcorn and shove it into your mouth. Maybe not the most lady like thing you could have done, but with how nervous you were feeling that was the last thing on your mind at the moment.

Jungkook laughs at the funny scene on the bright screen, his arm tightening around you. You feel yourself getting closer to him, you could feel his heart beating slightly faster.

“This is a really good movie” Jungkook mumbled to himself, turning slightly to you. You could feel his hot breath against your cheek when he did. He was so close that when you turned to look at him your lips met his.

Your eyes stayed opened, looking into Jungkook’s shocked ones. His lips felt soft - you had a feeling that they would have. You’re the first one to pull away, clearing your throat as you felt yourself judge. “Uh…” You say, the sound of your voice filling the empty room.

“Well.. That was unexpected” You say as you try to laugh it off. It was the most awkward moment you had felt since before puberty happened. You cover your face, willing your red cheeks to disappear quickly.

You barely felt the tug on your wrists. When your hands were out of the way, you felt Jungkook’s fingertips hold your chin in place before you felt the same softness as before.

His lips are on yours. Jungkook was kissing you. The boy that has been your crush since the beginning of your freshman year in college was kissing you and this time it was not an accident. You feel your body melting at the kiss, sighing as you felt his hand cup your cheek, deepening the kiss.

You both suddenly pull away breathless, both of your cheeks warm and red. Jungkook looked like the shy boy you knew him to be around girls. Although when he initiated that second kiss you knew he had his confident side as well. You wanted to explore that side more.

“Sorry” Jungkook mumbles under his breath as he pulls away completely, he didn’t know what got into him. It was as if suddenly you were a magnet and he as metal, it felt as if something was pulling you to each other. He wanted to do it again.

You watch as Jungkook folds his hands on his lap. His eyes looking anywhere but at you. You watch as the shy Jungkook appears once again. You look at the side of his face, watching how the light from the still playing screen made his jaw look sharper.

You wanted to kiss him again. But how do you initiate something like that? Knowing yourself you would probably fuck it up, even something as simple as this.

Your heart was still beating so fast against your chest when you looked at him again. “No, it’s fine” you mumble so low you would think he barely heard it. You watch as Jungkook’s head snaps towards you, “What?” he asks.

You feel your cheeks go slightly red, “I mean, I didn’t really mind” You say looking towards the television screen. You felt nervous just continuing this conversation, you hug both your arms to your body as you feel yourself tremble.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did it again too” You say, letting out a shaky breath. You look up at him from the corner of your eye.

Jungkook bites his bottom lip as he turns towards you. Smiling to himself, he reaches forward and cups both of your cheeks in his hands. “Is this okay?” Jungkook asks as he mushes your cheeks together.

“Can I do it again?” Jungkook asks, he was so close his nose was brushing against yours. You nod your head, as you try to stop your body from trembling in nervousness.

You feel his lips on yours in a instance. Jungkook sighs into the kiss as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest.

Your hands were still folded in your lap, you couldn’t move afraid that this was all just a dream. But you wanted to touch him as well, so with shaky hands you reach for his chest.

Feeling his fast heart beat beneath your hands as he held you closer. You kneel forward, your lips never leaving his. You pull away as you straddle him, feeling his hands go underneath your shirt.

“Is this okay with you?” Jungkook asks as you straddle his waist, why was he asking that you had no idea. But still you went with it.

“It’s okay” you say back as you lower your lips to his exposed neck. You hear him groan when your lips make contact with the sweet spot just under his ear.

The now forgotten movie playing in the background, the dim light make all of his features seem sharper than what they really are. You lean down, your forehead leaning against his. Your lips were all tingly, as if electricity had been exchanged in that kiss.

You feel his hands underneath your shirt go higher up, shuddering as they reach the clasp of your bra. “Was that too much?” He asks.

You can’t help but snort as you laugh, as unattractive as you look, the way he asks if you’re okay every second was the sweetest thing you had ever seen. Jungkook as acting like a gentleman, not a side he showed a lot of people.

“What? Why are you laughing?” Jungkook asks, frowning as he looks up at you. He was still trying to figure out what had been so funny in a moment like this when he felt your lips on his, groaning as you bite his lip.

You pull a little as you grind on top of his clothed member. “Nothing” you whisper as you feel his lips attack your neck, sucking and biting in all the right places. Pulling away only to take off your shirt.

As soon as you threw it across the room, Jungkook pulled down the loose bra his mouth instantly covering one of your nipples. You moan as you feel him pull with his teeth, the feeling sending shiver up your spine.

Your hands quickly going to the buttons on his shirt, ripping it open. You could hear the buttons landing across the room, but at the moment you’re attention was on how Jungkook’s chest moved rapidly as he thrusts his hips up. You could feel how desperate he was against his jeans.

“Take them off” You gesture to his pants, standing up again as you took off your own jeans. You slowly hook your thumbs on the side of your jeans, the older boy’s eyes never leaving your hips as the moved side to side.

Jungkook stands up suddenly as you throw your jeans across the room, his hands quickly pulling down his jeans, almost tripping when it got stuck on his shoes. You laugh as you watch him scramble about as he kicked off his shoes. “Having some trouble there?” you ask him.

“Nope” he says as he walks towards you with a serious expression, “None at all” His hands grip onto your hips, pulling you flush against his chest, “Can I ?” he asks as he stares into your eyes.

You gulp as you feel his warmth breath against your face, you nod slightly feeling his hands underneath your ass. You wrap you legs around his waist as he picks you up. He kisses your lips, biting as he pulled away.

You felt yourself fall backwards on the comfy sofa, smiling as you see him crawl up with lustful eyes. His hand brushing up against you, his hand rubbing against your soaked panties.

Jungkook pushes the pink lace to the side, pushing in a finger into you his gaze never leaving yours. You let out a little moan as he pushes past the knuckle. You yelp at the sudden intrusion.

Jungkook chuckles as he pushed in another. “Is this okay?” he asks as he leans down over you, “Or do you want me to stop?” he mumbles against your lips.

You shake your head, leaning up and feeling his wet and soft lips against yours. He pushes his underwear down his hips, his own hand moving up and down your length as he rubbed it against your clothed heat.

You whine with anticipation as you pull him closer. You feel him pull your underwear down your hips and down your thighs. It was still hanging around your ankle when you felt him push into you.

Jungkook’s breathing quickens as he feels your warm walls hug him. Moaning, he takes a moment to get used to the feeling before he started moving. As Jungkook thrusts into you, his hand on your breast as he moves in and out of you.

Jungkook moans in pleasure as he feels your nails dragging down his back. “Keep doing that?” he says as his pace becomes faster, harder.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good” Jungkook moans louder as he pushes in deeper into you. Your hand in his hair, making him groan as you tug his head back. “Fuck” You hear his breathless voice say, as you kiss his now exposed neck.

You suddenly feel Jungkook pulling out of you, gesturing with his hands for you to stand up. When you stand in front of him, Jungkook grabs your hips, turning you around before you felt him push you against the sofa. You fall forward, your upper body drawn over the back of the couch.

Jungkook kneels behind you, he loved the view he got of your ass in the air. He lines up his member with your heat, biting his lips as he watch you drip. A deep groan escaping from the back of his throat as he slowly slid into you. “Oh fuck”

“You’re doing so good” He moans, laying his chest against your back. There was something about having him praise all of your movements that just turned you on even more.

The room was filled with moans, along with the sound of skin slapping against skin and for a moment Jungkook forgets how to speak as he feels your wet walls around him, his hands tightening around your hips.

His thrusts quicken every second, the feeling of your stomach tightening, your orgasm was building up with every movement that he made. His hand made contact with the side of your thigh. The stinging feeling only making you more turned on than what you already were.

“I’m gonna cum” Jungkook moans as he grabs onto your hair, pulling you back into his chest. He grunted out as his thrusting became sloppier, his hips jerking as he finally felt himself let go. His stomach tightening as he feels himself let go completely as he gasps for air.

The sound of gasping fills the almost silent room. The movie still playing in the background. You feel Jungkook pull out of you with a groan, wrapping his hand around his member, he finishes cumming in his hand. You stand up on wobbly legs as you look up at Jungkook, watching the boy take deep breaths.

He sat down on the sofa once again, pulling you to sit on his lap. when you lay your head on his chest, his heartbeat was like a lullaby. Your eyelids felt heavy as you feel his arms around you, pulling you closer.

Jungkook looked at the tired girl on top of him, smiling as he watches her flushed cheeks, he whispers, “God, you’re beautiful”

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[marauders70s]

523. And I love anything Jily or Blackinnon so if you would be so kind, I would love that. :)

Set in Sixth Year, c. October 1977 “The Prefects’ Bathroom”

Lily loved the Prefect bathroom on wintry Saturday mornings. No one got up before 10 anymore, not with the amount of homework and the parties on Fridays she had to police. She could always count on going into the antechamber of the Prefect’s bathroom and seeing the gold placard of the sunken pool still inscribed with its customary Romanized “V” for Vacant. She would tap it with her wandtip as she went past, barely able to catch the scrawls rearranging themselves into the “O” for Occupied before the door shut behind her. 

She didn’t like it when the bathroom was crowded. It wall all right for the toilet stalls to be filled, or girls to be applying lipstick at the sinks. Sometimes the boys lounged on the chairs under the corkboard holding all the sign up schedules for rounds and night shifts, waiting their turn for the pool. Lily didn’t like to feel rushed, knowing there were people waiting for her to relax faster, wash her hair more thoroughly. Not be able to play with the taps and swim a few laps. Knowing some of those boys knew she was naked, and having to make horrified, awkward eye contact when she had redressed and come out.

And of course you had to watch out when a couple came out of the bathroom; Lily had taken her bathing things a few times in her bookbag to the fifth floor, and then turned around and walked back up to the dormitory baths after watching a giggling couple leave the sunken pool - water still inside. She didn’t want to take a dip in anything until the House Elves had cleaned it, even if she did know the Sudsing and Scouring charms.

The corridors of the Fifth Floor were deserted. Any Staff housed in Staff rooms on floors five and six had either already gone down to breakfast, or were sleeping in. The rest of the floor was unused and advanced classrooms. She met no one on her way, and slipped into the bathroom with a barely audible murmur of “Cedar Springs.”

To her intense disappointment, the golden placard had a round O inscribed in it. Lily sat in a nearby armchair beneath her own neat initials on the rounds for the weekend. She had a double shift with Remus later that day, and she had been looking forward to her bath as her own little corner of peace in a castle that never stopped shouting. She had a great deal of Charms work and Potions to finish; Potions was a lot harder now that she and Sev barely-

No. She wouldn’t think about it now. It wasn’t worth crying about, or at least not while someone might come in and see her. Maybe in the tub. Maybe she would run the water hot down her hair, and that way she wouldn’t feel anything different about the tears on her face. Although she could clearly see the O on the door to the bathtub, she couldn’t hear anything inside. Usually there was always the taps running, or the splashing of water, or occasionally someone brought down their record player.  Lily knew more than most how often the sounds of more than one person were inside and how...acoustic the bathroom was. People sang or laughed; cursed as they scalded themselves, or even just hummed idly as they splashed about. Yet there was...nothing. No sounds at all.

She tried not to think about it as she pulled out a book. She felt slightly guilty, because it wasn’t for school. But she was so woefully behind in wizarding literature that she was always carrying around this or that, just to have. As she tried to concentrate, she couldn’t help but feel like her ears were straining for the tiniest sound. What if it was just a mistake? What if someone had just forgotten to wipe the placard and she was just sitting there like a moron? Hastily, she stood, took a few steps and tried the door. It was locked. So it wasn’t a mistake. 

She resumed her seat and started flipping through the pages again, but without heart or interest, her ears still on edge. What if someone was in there, and they had hurt themselves? What if they had drowned? A sense of impending doom swamped her. She was a prefect...she was supposed to deal with this sort of thing. She resolutely stuffed her book into her bag and gingerly stepped up the single stair to the door and knocked. 

“Hello?” she called tentatively. “Everything all right in there?”

There was no answer.

“Hello?” she rapped harder. “Are you okay?”

Silence.

“It’s Lily Evans, by the way. Sixth year? Gryffindor? I don’t want to alarm you but...but you’ve been in there quite some time and I haven’t heard any sign that...” she trailed off, straining. Had she heard a shift? Or was it just her imagination?

“Hello?” she called again. 

When the silence stretched on unbearably - twenty seconds, forty - until two minutes had passed by her careful counting, Lily stopped being fearful of invading someone’s privacy and became fearful she might have let someone drown. 

“I’m coming in!” she called rather forcefully. “I just want to make sure you’re all right.”

She tapped the placard with a half silent Alohomora, and the door swung open. She didn’t charge, but did walk quickly in, looking for the unconscious body she was sure she’d find. What she saw instead, however, was the very pink, very naked buttocks of someone with his (definitely a his) head under the water, swimming about as if looking for something.

“OH!” squealed Lily, mortified. She turned away as the person surfaced. 

“WHAT!” bellowed a dreadfully familiar voice. “WHAT ARE YOU-” it choked off in a strangled cry as it choked: “Evans?”

Lily wanted to die.

“P-Potter,” she managed, only stuttering slightly when she heard the wet slap of him scrambling out of the tub with a series of yelps, casting about for a towel.

She turned around, red faced just as they both yelled: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“What am I doing?” Lily demanded aggressively, her face the same color as her hair. “I’m a prefect. What are you doing? You can’t be in here! Did Remus tell you how? If he did I’m going to-”

“I’m quidditch captain,” James interrupted hastily; he looked extremely odd without his square glasses on, and also extremely wet. His usual mess of a hair was plastered straight to his face, and Lily realized with even deeper embarrassment she felt she was looking at a stranger, not someone she had known since her first train ride to school.

She glanced away hastily, feeling even more mortified - if it was possible - when she realized the way she had yanked her glance it had traveled the worst way possible, over his chin and down his abdomen before...well the towel wasn’t even a towel really. She realized belatedly the white thing was his clean school shirt. She saw proof of his claim in the corner; his practice quidditch robes and arm guards were thrown in a careless pile to one side.

“Do you mind?” James demanded, and Lily realized she was staring at the floor, feeling her skin threatening to shivel up and peel off her face.

“Oh...er...” she turned her back hastily.

“Not what I meant,” snapped James. “But-”

She had turned back to resume arguing, and immediatley clapped her hands to her face. “I’M SO SORRY,” she gasped. “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING.”

In fact, James’ boxers were bright red with little patterns of lions. He only had them up to one knee, but the way he had bent over to pull them on had shielded her from the worst of it.

“GET OUT!” roared James.

Lily’s back stiffened at once. She didn’t take her hands away but only turned her face towards him. “YOU GET OUT!” she bellowed back. “I WAS SUPPOSED TO TAKE A BATH BUT YOU TOOK SO LONG I THOUGHT YOU DROWNED.”

“I DIDN’T KNOW ANYONE WAS WAITING!” yelped James loudly as his fingers dexterously plucked his shirt up and over his wet shoulders. He winced. The shirt was wet; his skin was wet; everything was difficult and slippery. “You can look now,” he grumbled in the silence. At least buttoning his shirt gave his fingers something to do and his eyes a place to look. Lily was only in the barest hint of her uniform; she had left her robes in the tower and he had never seen her in only her skirt and undershirt. She hadn’t even bothered to put on socks before stuffing her feet over the backs of her shoes.

Lily didn’t want to look, but she warily took her fingers from her eyes in time to watch the bare expanse of Potter’s stomach slowly disappearing behind the buttons of his white shirt. She hated him for it. She would always know what lay beneath it now. The shirt was soaking in places, and clear through to his skin beneath. Like her, he had probably hadn’t bothered to bring down a full uniform on a Saturday morning as she couldn’t see his undershirt, tie, sweater, or belt anywhere. 

“What were you even doing in here?” she grumbled, mostly to give her something to say other than the complete blithering noise her mind was screaming.

James went very red and Lily immediately blushed again. “Oh...er...sorry-”

“NO!” James yelped again. “Galloping gar- NO. Merlin, NO. No. No. No. There’s no...this is a public...NO. No. I just was...er...I was...er...” he rain his hand over his slicked down hair forcing it into a crazy pattern as his fingers furrowed through it that made him look more similar to the person Lily knew. 

“You were...” Lily trailed off delicately, a hint of a smile finally finding its way to the surface of this mortifying encounter.

“I was...playing with the snitch,” mumbled James, not looking at her as he began yanking on his black pants.

“Is that a euphemism?”

“What? NO. I mean...I mean...just look.” He pointed at the tub and Lily took three cautious steps forward to peer in the clear water. Beneath the surface a golden ball was moving in what seemed like slow-motion through the viscous soup of bath gel. Lily realized that Potter had been drawing it in loops and patterns with his fingers, trying to see exactly how it slowed and changed the wing patterns of the little ball. She hated that she was impressed.

“So you’re quidditch captain,” she snapped instead. “This is the Prefects’ bathroom.”

“Captains get to use it too,” said James belligerently. “There’s only four to eight of us at a time, if some teams have got co-captains. We’re not taking up your precious space.”

“Well...I...” Lily was struggling for something to say. She didn’t think she had been so embarrassed in her entire life. She wanted to laugh and howl and scream and hide all at the same time. “Well...er...get it out!”

“Sorry?”

“Get it out of my tub!” 

“Your tub?” James teased. “I thought it was the Prefects’ tub.”

“GET IT OUT,” Lily stressed.

“Well...” sighed James dramatically. “As you say.”

Without warning, he jumped, fully clothed, back into the tub. The resulting splash was so high and so unexpected it drenched Lily to the skin moments before he had climbed back out, pant legs slapping wetly on the tile. 

“Thanks, Evans,” he said cheerily. “I wouldn’t have wanted to lose this since it belongs to the next game.”

Sputtering and wet, Lily could only cross her arms over her chest in mute fury as Potter gathered his soiled things from the corner, crammed his glasses on his face, winked at her beneath a hank of wet hair, and squelched his way wetly into the hall, undoubtedly to flounce back up to Gryffindor Tower with a better story than had actually happened.

Without even thinking about it, Lily slid into the hot water of the tub fully clothed, and hid her head under the water.

[callingmrsbarnes]

Photograph

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Request: I feel really dumb and embarrassed for asking this but do you write song fics at all? If you do, would you be willing to write a Steve fic using the song “Photograph” by Ed Sheeran? Maybe set it around Christmas time? It can be smutty or non smutty, it’s completely your pic!

Warnings: Softcore smut, oral sex, face sitting, unprotected sex, ridiculous amounts of fluff

Author’s Note: I wanted to dedicate this one to my good friend @gstaceys, who’s having heart surgery on Wednesday. She’s one of the kindest people I have ever met, and I think she’d be perfect with Steve for that reason. We love you Chrissy, and I hope you like this. ❤

           Like many young girls, you had often fantasized about what your wedding would be like growing up. You dreamed of how beautiful you would look in your dress, how handsome your fiancée would be, and how happy you’d be dancing with him knowing that you’d be spending the rest of your lives together.

           You never would have imagined in your wildest dreams that that man would be one Steven Grant Rogers. After being introduced to him by Sharon at one of Tony’s parties, you two had been inseparable. You were hesitant to believe that he was honestly interested in you- you didn’t see yourself as anything special. But somehow, Steve saw something in you and was almost relentless in his pursuit of you. After a week of endless texting, and him showing up at your door with a bouquet of roses and those pleading puppy eyes, you finally agreed to let him take you out to dinner.

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it’s the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

           Fast forward five years later, and the two of you were stumbling into your hotel room mere hours after being pronounced husband and wife, the endorphins and champagne coursing through your body keeping you at an unbelievable high.

We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time’s forever frozen still

           After reluctantly pulling away from a long, deep kiss, you kicked off your heels and turned around to let Steve help you out of your dress, making no attempts to stifle your laughter as he fumbled with the zipper.

           “You know, you could give me some help here,” he grumbled.

           “Why would I do that when I can watch you fail so horribly?” You teased, squealing when you felt a large hand grab your ass and a pair of warm lips press themselves to your earlobe.

           “Do you really think teasing me right now is the best idea, sweetheart?” He whispered, his breath tickling your ear as a shiver ran through you and he finally managed to pull down your zipper. He helped you out of the rest of your dress, and you didn’t miss the soft gasp that came from his mouth when he saw the white corset and tiny panties you had on underneath.

           His eyes roamed unblinkingly over your body as if it was the first time he was seeing you undressed.

           “What?” You whispered, confused at what had him so quiet.

           Steve’s soft, adoring eyes met yours. “I’m just wondering how I got so lucky.”

           You felt yourself scoff; your face turning bright red at his comment, even after how long how had been together.

So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer ‘til our eyes meet You won’t ever be alone, wait for me to come home

           You climbed back into the bed, Steve soon following and covering your lips with his own, his hands caressing any bit of skin that was exposed to him. Impatient, he undid your corset, amidst another bit of fumbling and words muttered under his breath about how lingerie these days was too complicated.

           When he finally undid the last hook, he tossed the garment aside, a warm smile coming over his face at your exposed breasts. He peppered a line of kisses starting from your jaw, working his way down your neck, and finally reaching his destination as his nose brushed against your nipple and he took it into his mouth, his hand gently fondling the other one.

           You let out a pleasant sigh as your embarrassment began to melt away the longer Steve’s tongue laved at your breasts. He never paid any mind to your scars, your imperfections, or the things you hated about your body. In spite of being human perfection, Steve never saw you as anything less than perfect.

Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul And it’s the only thing that I know, know I swear it will get easier, Remember that with every piece of you And it’s the only thing we take with us when we die

           “Sweetheart?”

           His voice broke you out of your thoughts, and you looked at him staring up at you with the same big, imploring eyes he had when he had first asked you out, his thumbs absentmindedly running over your nipples.

           “Can we try something different tonight?” He asked.

           “Like what?”

           “I want you to sit on my face.” He plainly stated.

           Hearing such a blunt suggestion coming from Steve caught you off guard for a second. He loved going down on you and had become more confident the more times you had been together, but he had never suggested anything like that.

           “O-okay,” you replied, still reeling that your sweet Steve had said something like that.

           He drew your panties down your legs, switching positions so he was lying on the bed and you were hovering over him.

           “How come I’m naked and you’re not?” You asked, eyeing his tuxedo, which remained intact except for his discarded jacket and bowtie on the floor, and a few undone buttons on his dress shirt.

           Steve’s hands found your waist, tugging you towards his mouth as he smiled, “Ladies first.”

           You raised an eyebrow at him. “Is that an order, Captain?”

           Steve’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, looking ready to dive into your pussy, which was just mere inches from his mouth.

           “Yes,” he replied, the unmistakable look of lust swimming in his eyes. “It is.”

           With no further words, he all but yanked you down against his mouth, drawing a sharp cry from you as his tongue glided up and down against your entrance. You carded your fingers through his well-groomed hair, quickly disheveling it as you gripped onto it for support.

           You felt a pair of warm lips close around your clit, and cried out again as your eyes met Steve’s baby blue ones, his eyelids slightly hooded with desire as he continued to gently suck on your clit, his grip on your waist unrelenting.

           You gave the locks of his hair between your fingers a slight tug as your hips began to rock against his face of their own accord. This only seemed to encourage him as he sucked harder, watching as your moans grew louder as he drew you closer to the edge, and watched your orgasm come over you.

           You came harder than you could ever remember, the pressure from his mouth coaxing an unbelievable amount of juices from you, which he greedily lapped up. You almost slumped over at your sudden exhaustion, but his hands kept you steady as you slowly came off his mouth.

           “I can see why that’s such a popular thing now,” he said.

           “Why?” You gasped, still trying to catch your breath.

           “I loved the view,” he smugly grinned.

           You felt your face beginning to flush with embarrassment again. “Stop it,” you mumbled, trying to hide your smile.

           “Nope,” Steve stated, sitting up and pulling you into his lap. “You’re my wife now, and I’m going to flatter you as much as I want.”

We keep this love in this photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts were never broken And time’s forever frozen still

           You felt a surge of happiness at hearing him call you that, and leaned in to kiss him as he gently laid you back down on the bed, kissing you with such softness that it took your breath away. He only paused to undo the rest of his clothing, removing the last barriers that separated you.

           He lined up with your entrance, leaning over you as his breath fanned over your face.

           “Ready?” He asked, pulling your legs around his waist.

           “Always,” you replied, and sighed as you felt him slowly slide into you. You didn’t know if you’d ever get used to how big he was, but given the way he was groaning from how tightly your walls were clenching his cock, you weren’t going to complain.

           Steve gave you a moment to adjust to his size before rolling his hips against yours, pushing into you as far as he could go, before nearly pulling all the way out, and thrusting back in again. Your hands clawed at his back as he sped up, feeling his rippling muscles underneath your fingertips. The timid, shy Steve you had remembered during your first time together was long gone. The man who leaned over you now was confident, unashamed in his desire for you.

And if you hurt me That’s okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won’t ever let you go Wait for me to come home

           As Steve continued to thrust into you, and you lost yourselves in the pleasure of consummating your marriage, hundreds of thoughts flew through your mind as you lost yourself in making love to your husband. The two of you married and defiling every inch of your new house the second you moved in, having and raising children who had eyes as blue as their father's, making a lifetime of memories as a family, and growing old together, being able to silently look at each other with a love that needed no words.

You can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me Well, that’s okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won’t ever let you go

           Steve reached down between the two of you to swirl his fingers against your clit just the way you liked, knowing just what you needed.

           “Fuck, I’m close, sweetheart,” he grunted, gritting his teeth together as he held back from his own release so he could come with you.

           “Me too, I-oh!” You moaned as your orgasm quickly approached faster than you anticipated. “Steve!”

           “Come on, sweetheart,” he breathed, “together.”

           Your orgasm tore through you and ripped a piercing moan from your mouth as your walls contracted around Steve’s girth. He managed to hold himself up as he spilled into you; the hot spurts of his seed mixing with your own arousal and making you feel wonderfully filled.

           After taking a moment to steady his breath, Steve slid out from you and rolled over beside you on the bed, pulling you into his arms.

           “What did I ever do to deserve you?” You breathed; resting your head against his chest as he undid what remained of your hairdo, running his fingers through your hair.

           “By being yourself,” he replied, pressing a soothing kiss to the top of your head. “You’re the most wonderful person I know, and I’m the one who should be calling himself lucky.”

           “Debatable,” you argued, snuggling into his chest with a yawn, ready for a long night’s sleep after your eventful day. Steve pressed another kiss to your temple, pulling the covers up around the two of you.

           “I love you, Mrs. Rogers,” he whispered. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

           Two weeks later, after a long honeymoon spent in each other’s arms, your love for each other manifested in the form of a small pink plus sign on a pregnancy test and in the blinding glare of Steve’s smile that stretched from ear to ear when you told him he was going to be a father.

When I’m away, I will remember how you kissed me Under the lamppost back on Sixth street Hearing you whisper through the phone, “Wait for me to come home.”

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