#why the hell is wall roger so hot

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I just came

[noctiva]

Obsessed with your writing oh my god could you do alternative reader meeting Toby at a concert and they end up fucking in the bathroom

this spoke to me in ways I cannot describe. I had an a similar thought on my idea list so I just had to write this

this might’ve been nastier than you were hoping I’m sorry I got carried away LMAOAOAO

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The Afterparty

Toby Rogers x F!Reader [NSFW!]

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WC: 9.7k

Summary: You came to this concert for the same reason you always did - to listen to good music, and have a good time. Little did you know, the main event would be long after the show was over.

CW: 18+ content, explicit sexual content, unsafe sex, semi-public sex, exhibitionism lowkey, biting, dry humping, oral sex (female receiving), Toby’s a little shit, lowkey coercion but it’s not that deep, mentions of breeding, creampie, filthy shit, getting fucked in a grimy bathroom, rough handling, dirty talk, salirophilia, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, almost fully clothed sex, big dick toby bc duh

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NSFW under the cut! Minors do not interact!

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The bathroom you find yourself in is hot and stuffy.

There’s graffiti on the walls, grimy smudges on the mirror you’re gazing at yourself in, and the floors are suspiciously sticky. It’s… Gross, to say the least, but it’s the only place in the damn establishment that had a mirror - and you had just smudged your eyeliner.

It’s a Friday night. The venue you stand in is one that you’ve frequented multiple times now, having the layout practically memorized. Through the door, you can hear the rhythmic thump of drums and bass guitar stemming from the opening band that you knew was on stage right now. It sucked that you were missing it, but you didn’t spend two hours at home making sure your makeup was perfect only to fuck it up before the main act even came on.

Why did you care so much? You weren’t sure. Maybe you had the vain hope that you’d catch one of the band members’s eyes, and they’d invite you backstage after the show. Even better, maybe they’d invite you to their tour bus.

You didn’t think it was an insane fantasy. You looked nice. Sexy, even. Donned in all black with ripped fishnets hugging your plush thighs, the alluring glint of metal from the piercings in your lips and nose, and platforms tall enough to intimidate. A practical concert outfit? Definitely not. But a cute one? Bingo.

You breathe out a soft sigh before wetting your thumb with saliva and using it to wipe away some of the smudged eyeliner marking up your cheekbone. Your eyes were lined in heavy black, as were your lips, hair teased and styled with enough hairspray to suffocate a man.

You take a step back, smoothing out the black pleated skirt that hugged your hips - analyzing your reflection in the mirror. It’s alright, I suppose. You think to yourself, before doing a little turn for good measure, just to make sure nothing about you was array. Only once you were decently satisfied, did you finally step away.

Boots clicking against the bathroom flooring, the soles sticking to the tiles with each step. You grab hold of the door handle and turn it, before stepping back out into the hustle and bustle of the show.

Where you promptly, smack right into someone.

If you weren’t wearing platforms, you probably would’ve just bumped face first into their chest - but because you are a few inches taller than normal right now, you instead end up smacking your nose right off their chin. Hard.

The pain blossoms immediately, and you let out a sharp cry of pain. Your hand flies up to clutch at your (probably about to be bruised) nose, and you can already feel the instinctive tears stinging in the corners of your eyes.

“Fucking hell-“ You hiss out, stumbling back a few steps from the impact. So disoriented, you probably would’ve completely broken your ankle in these boots and fallen straight on your ass, but luckily - the living brick wall you just smacked into reached out to grab your arm and steady you.

“Ah, sh-shit.” You hear him mutter, and when your eyes flick up his face is contorted into a grimace. Expression equal parts shocked and embarrassed. Your vision is blurry, and your nose is throbbing, but you can still make out the sight of him. Fluffy brown hair frizzed up from the humidity in the building, an eccentric looking pair orange goggles nestled within the strands. Dark eyes glinting under the glow of the neon lights coming from the stage. “Are you g-good?”

“I’ve been better.” You mutter, letting out a little groan as you rub your busted nose. You meet his eyes, and frown. “Am I bleeding?”

The man hums softly before leaning forwards a bit to examine you better in the low lighting. Immediately, you’re greeted with the thick scent of cigarettes coming off of him - bordered by the smell of some woodsy cologne. He smelled… Nice. Compared to all of the sweat slick bodies you had come into contact with beforehand.

“N-Nope.” The man answers, then leaning back again and finally releasing your arm from his grip. You hadn’t even noticed he was still holding you up until then. “But y-you’re bruising already.”

His voice is low and soft, raspy and wracked with stutters. It’s… Endearing in a strange way. It almost suits him.

You finally get a good look at him once you blink away your tears, your vision clearing to reveal a view that you wouldn’t soon forget. He stands tall even with your platforms giving you a boost, messy brown curls falling over his dark eyes. Freckles dot his cheeks and wash over the bridge of his nose - which was pierced through quite a few times. A stud in each nostril, along with a septum sitting proudly in the middle.

That wasn’t all of it either. Your eyes catch on the glint of a dermal placed high on his cheekbone, then dropping lower to appreciate the sight of a spiked pair of snakebites adorning his bottom lip.

You almost caught off guard by how entirely your type this man was. It was almost uncanny. Like he had been dropped straight from the heavens just to make your mouth go dry.

After what was probably far too long of just standing there gawking at him, you find your voice again. Clearing your throat awkwardly and crossing your arms over your chest, you finally let the words he spoke last sink into your head properly.

“Great.” You huff. “You know, I came out here to fix my makeup and now I’m gonna go back looking worse than ever.”

“N-Nah.” The man chuckles, his lips stretching into an amused grin. You notice the bandaging on his cheek and don’t comment on it, but you do notice the way it shifts in tandem with the way his face moves. “It’s w-workin’ for ya’. With this whole th-thing you got goin’ on.” He raised a hand to gesture at you lazily, before his eyes are roaming you from head to toe. He either didn’t realize how incredibly obvious he was being, or he didn’t care.

Either way, you were glad the lights were low, because you could feel a heat start rising to your cheeks.

“Well, thanks then, I guess.” You snort, throwing in a little eye roll just for good measure. He was cute, but you had dignity, so you weren’t about to start falling to his feet just because he had the most charming smile you’ve ever seen. Or, because of how the faded black t-shirt he was wearing hugged his torso just right - short sleeves exposing lean, toned arms, littered with scars that only sparked your interest more.

Definitely not because his voice made goosebumps prick up on your arms, even partially drowned out by the drone of guitars in the background. “Listen, I already missed the opener and if I want an even half-decent spot I’ve got to get going now.” He hums softly, and his eyes are still roaming you. Across your face, sweeping down your neck, and stopping at your cleavage a little too unabashedly. God, did he have no shame? “I’ll see you around? Maybe?”

You start to take a few steps away, slowly wedging open an exit from this impromptu conversation. You didn’t really want to, would much rather ogle at this fine stranger for a few minutes more, but you didn’t buy a ticket to this show just to drool over boys that simultaneously looked like deep trouble but also an incredibly good time. You bought it to listen to music. So, that’s what you’ll do.

The man gives you a nod as his eyes finally flick up to somewhere more appropriate - your eyes. And he’s looking at you like he’s trying to stare into your fucking soul, so you’re immediately shrinking back even more. There was something about him. Something off. He was charismatic, but in a way that almost felt sinister. Like it wasn’t natural. Manufactured. Purposefully trying to pull you in.

(It was working).

“H-Hopefully.” He smiles down at you, reaching a hand up to adjust the goggles nestled within his messy hair. Such a strange accessory, even for here, but it worked for him somehow. Catered to the uncanny, yet captivating aura he was shrouded in. “I-I’m Toby, in case y-you wanna find me again.” That sweet smile widens into a sly grin, revealing sharp toothy canines that make your heart jump. “Which, I’m th-thinkin’ you might.”

Oh, and he’s cocky too. Great.

“Don’t count on it.” You snort, walking backwards away from him now - growing the distance though it felt like a chore. “Bashing my nose in isn’t exactly the best first impression.”

You turn on your heel, then you’re walking back out into the crowd.

“B-But it’s memorable, right?” You hear Toby call after you, and you’re glad he can’t see your face now, because the smile that stretches across your face is something you can’t fight. Like a parasite, he wriggled his way into your brain after only a few moments of contact. Finding it hard to steer your thoughts away from him even as you wedge your way through a sea of bodies smushed together.

It was the way he had looked at you. Appreciative, but with such a heavy gaze it made your skin crawl. It was that stupid grin of his, and how each piercing lodged in his skin suited him so well it was almost annoying. It was how he talked to you, so smooth you barely even noticed the stutters. Like he had done this a million times before.

Like he knew he had gotten you good.

Maybe you had just been far too obvious. You hadn’t exactly been subtle in the way your eyes raked over him, noting and cataloging every little thing that made him a delicious sight. But god, he didn’t need to be so arrogant about it.

If only that was as much of a turn off as you wanted it to be. But, if anything, the smugness just made your blood burn hotter.

Whatever, though. Whatever. That’s not why you’re here, and you’ll probably never see him again. The crowd you were shoving through was dense - people packed together like sardines as you attempt to wiggle your way as close to the stage as possible. You had gotten here late, so you definitely weren’t getting barricade, but you knew your way around a concert well enough to at least get a decent view.

It’s hot and stuffy. Hot, slick bodies rubbing against yours each time you wriggled past another person. Your choice of attire wasn’t making it easy either, and in your head you’re apologizing to any poor souls that might’ve gotten their toes wedged under your boot.

By the time that you’re too tired to keep pushing, you’ve found an alright spot. Claustrophobic, definitely, but you didn’t think there was a single area in this venue that wasn’t right now. You got a good view of the stage, and there wasn’t some obnoxiously tall guy standing in front of you and blocking your view - so you were happy. Happy enough that you can feel that familiar concert excitement thrumming through your veins, easily blocking out thoughts of the strange man you had encountered by the bathroom.

What did he say his name was? Tony? You supposed it didn’t matter. Especially not when the stage lights came bursting to life again as the headliner started walking on stage - instruments in hand.

This is what you came here for. Cute boys be damned.

And you lose yourself in it easily. Smiling as the vibrations from the speakers make your limbs feels gooey, swaying your hips and raising your arms up high. You sing (more so scream) along to the lyrics you knew by heart until your throat went raw. Your hair getting messier and messier with each enthusiastic nod of your head.

It was a situation you had seen time and time before, but it never got old. Never stopped making you feel alive.

Your excitement only crests as the set goes on, the band blessing you with each and every one of your favourite songs. You’re giddy, buzzing, absolutely high on life. So much so, that you don’t realize you’re straying a little too far out of your personal bubble until you step back and feel the crunch of someone’s toes under your heel.

And your head might be in the clouds, but not enough to not be aware of how much that must’ve fucking hurt.

So, you twist your body around, moving as much as you can though there’s a body on every side of you - hoping to offer up a sincere apology to whoever you’ve just flattened the foot of.

But the moment you’re turning around, what comes out is something a lot different.

“Are you following me?” Because it’s Toby. Toby standing right behind you, like he had tracked you down through the sea of people - finding you in the mix like plucking a needle out of a haystack. You suppose it’s not insane to say that he just ended up there because the crowd moved him in the exact way it had moved you, but come on. This was way too much of a coincidence.

“Huh?” Toby shouts back to you over the music, leaning down close and cupping his ear with his hand to try and hear you better. There’s not even a hint of pain on his face, despite the fact that you had definitely just stomped on his toes. Unless it wasn’t him? You theme a quick look around, and no one else looks fazed either. God, this was strange.

You let out a huff before twisting your body to lean into him, your cheek brushing his hand as you speak right into his ear.

“I said, are you following me?” You repeat, to which Toby lets out an amused snort of laughter.

“F-Following you?” He snickers. “You’re the o-one who keeps b-bumpin’ into me.” You can just barely hear him over the music, but the cheekiness in his tone is still evident. “T-Told ya’ that you’d c-come find me again.”

“Not on purpose.” You snap back, eyes narrowed despite the flutter you feel in your gut. He’s so effortlessly magnetic, pulling you closer with just the heat in his eyes. The grin on his face makes him look like he thinks he’s just playing a game, but the weight of his gaze says otherwise. He wants something from you, and you know it.

And maybe you’re only annoyed because of how easily your body is caving in to the desire to give him whatever he wanted.

You didn’t know this man. The only information you had about him was his name. You’ve never been one for quick and easy hookups, but somethings telling you to try it with him.

Somethings making you so sure he’d make it worth it.

“What’cha ss-so mad for?” Toby leans down low to speak right next to your ear - for convenience sake, because of how loud it was around you - but the feeling of his breath fanning against made you feel so hot. The scent of him was circling around your head like a halo, the softness of his curls tickling your cheek due to the close proximity. “Y-You just crushed m-my toes. P-Pretty sure we’re even now.”

If Toby had to be honest, he had followed you. Trailed the sight of you through the crowd until he found you right in front of him again - hips swaying to the beat, sweat beading up on your neck from exertion. Could you blame him? You were easily the most beautiful woman in this entire damn building. Such a sweet face, but the attire hugged your body gave you bite. Not to mention, that little attitude of yours.

He was hooked, completely and utterly hooked. And if things went his way, he’d hopefully have his craving satiated by the end of the night. Kiss the lipstick off of your lips. Rip those tempting fishnets more than they already were.

Feel you. Really feel you. Even closer than you were now. Wanted to make you his, even if it was just for the night.

(He’d bet that you’d let him.)

He just had to have you. His thoughts were saturated with idea of what it would be like. He was sure you could tell, the desire was practically emanating off of him.

He was also sure, that you wanted him just as badly. He had seen the way you looked at him, almost awestruck in the way your eyes drank him in. You were just playing hard to get. All you needed was a little push, and he wasn’t afraid to get bold. “W-What’re you doing a-after the show?”

The question sends a bolt of excitement down your spine. He was so blunt. Not an ounce of shyness or shame in his body. It was a fact that made goosebumps rise on your arms. You don’t think you’ve ever been faced with a force like Toby, so unapologetic, drawing you in closer and closer until you were falling right at his feet. You were trying to stay rational, stay focused, but you could barely even hear the music playing around you anymore. Like you were submerged underwater; every sound that wasn’t his voice sounded far away and foggy.

“Nothing.” You speak back to him, the forced proximity making you sweat. You had no choice but to be nearly pressed right up to him, able to feel his heat sinking into your bones. “Why?”

You hear him chuckle in your ear, a low rumble that makes your brain feel fuzzy. He leans in a little closer, just to nose at your jaw softly before pulling back.

But not before saying;

“Y-You know why.” He doesn’t elaborate further. He doesn’t need to, and you’re left hanging in the balance as he gazes down at you with a well pleased smile on his face.

And so, he leaves it up to you. The choice of whether or not to play right into the cards he’s dealt. At this point, with your head already flooded with images of just what he’s got planned for you, it’s an easy decision. You want him, bad. Had from the first second you laid eyes on him.

You knew for a fact, that if you passed up on this, you’d be kicking yourself for years to come.

So, you don’t say anything. Instead, turning back around with a look in your eyes that told the whole story. If it didn’t, then the way you were leaning back into him definitely did.

Back pressed against his chest, a hand trailing down his arm before it came to circle around his wrist - locking him in place. No space between you now, just sweat and heat, the curve of your ass pressing against him and making him let out a hiss through his teeth.

If Toby wasn’t focused on the show before, he definitely wasn’t now. Instead he presses his face into the crook of your neck from behind and breathes in deep. You smelled like vanilla. So sweet and smooth. And when his you guide his hand to your hip and let him give a little squeeze, he finds that you’re just as soft as he’d thought you’d be.

If he had it his way, he’d just fuck you right here and now. Flip up that way too short skirt of yours, and tug your panties to the side. It was so claustrophobic, and the whole crowd was focused on the act on stage, he doubted anyone would really notice. You wouldn’t even have to be that quiet. The music would drown you out.

So tempting. So tempting that his free hand has a mind of its own, already slipping under the hem of your skirt to feel all the plush flesh hidden from him.

“Toby-“ You lean your head back to rest on his shoulder and peer up at him, your heart thudding wildly in your chest. You could just feel him getting harder behind you, the outline of his clothed cock pressed right up against you. You could tell he was big, and immediately butterflies are erupting in your stomach because of it. Of course he would be, with an attitude like that. “Be patient.”

“Th-That’s not a virtue I’m w-well versed in.” He murmurs back to you. His nose drags against your neck before he finds your ear, catching the lobe between his teeth and giving a soft nip. “B-But don’t worry, I’ll be nice.” His breath fans against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I-I’ll fuck you in the b-bathroom, like a gentleman.”

You can’t help but let out an amused snort at his words, but the prospect does send a bolt of heat right between your thighs. Would you really go through with it? Let him have you in that grimy ass bathroom you were in not too long ago?

Beneath your skirt, he tugs at your fishnets, before releasing them so that they hit your skin with a snap. His grip on your waist tightens, then he’s pulling you back to subtly grind against him.

Yeah. You would.

You don’t think a concert has ever gone by faster for you. It’s a blur of loud music, and even louder breathing in your ear. Toby’s greedy hands wandering, getting more risky by the minute. Under your skirt, slipping between your thighs to graze against the material of your panties. Trailing upwards to tangle in your hair; cupping the back of your neck with a dizzying pressure.

By the time the last chord sounds out in the air, he’s got you dripping for it.

It’s how dirty it is. The risk. Wedged between hundreds of bodies that would notice the depravity going on if they looked away from the stage for just a second. Your thighs trembling, skin hot as he leaned in close to whisper dirty promises in your ear.

‘B-Bet this pussy tastes ss-so sweet.’

‘Gonna m-make you scream. Whole b-buildings g-gonna know who’s fucking you.’

‘I-If you thought your makeup was f-fucked up before…’

You don’t even waste time shouting for an encore. The moment the stage lights go out, you’re moving. With a hand still grasping his wrist you tug him through the crowd with a dizzying speed - weaving through all the people with more efficiency than you’ve ever managed before. You can hear him behind you, letting out amused little huffs of laughter and you can only imagine the shit eating grin on his face.

But you don’t care. You could not give less of a shit how desperate you looked right now, because that’s exactly what you were. Desperate, burning up, with an ache between your legs that could only be relieved by the man you were tugging along behind you.

Your panties were far past uncomfortable. The material soaked through and clinging to your folds, your pussy throbbing within the confines of them. Considering Toby had spent the last half hour riling you up to a maddening degree, you think that your urgency is completely warranted.

You reach the bathroom in record time, and then you’re shoving him through the door, completely ignoring the odd glances you get from some of the other patrons. Nothing else matters right now. You need his skin on yours. Properly.

“Ss-so eager.” Toby snickers as you press him up against the door once it’s shut behind the two of you, his hands immediately circling your waist and pulling you right to him. “I like th-that. It’s c-cute.” The lights in the bathroom are fluorescent, casting him in a neon green glow as he gazes down at you. He looks predatory. You’re more than happy to be prey.

“You’ve done enough talking.” You breathe out. Then, you’re shaking your arms around his neck and tugging him down towards you. Not wanting another word to be exchanged before you get your lips on his.

It’s a heated, messy, and desperate kiss. More so trying to consume one another rather than slot your lips together properly.

He’s all teeth and tongue. Nipping at your bottom lip and tugging it. Sinking his teeth in hard enough to make you gasp. Licking into your mouth with an undying fervour, his fingers clawing at your hips to try and pull you impossibly closer. You taste divine. Sweeter than sugar, just as addictive as he knew you’d be.

He knows your lipstick is probably smearing across his skin, he can taste it, but it’s the least of his worries. Especially now that you’ve started letting out the most beautiful noises, which he swallows up eagerly.

His cock had been straining against his jeans for a while now, but it’s more awake than ever as your hands snake into his hair. Tugging and scratching his scalp with those pretty painted nails of yours. His hands, wander down low. Finding a home splayed against your ass once more, this time grasping at the flesh with all the intensity he had been holding back before hand. Groping it almost harshly, kneading it in his palms as he groaned into your mouth.

“Need t-to be inside you.” He gasps against your lips, tugging you close so that you could feel just how worked up he was. Rock hard and throbbing against your stomach. The combination of his actions and words gets you even wetter. “G-God, I wanna fuckin’ r-ruin you.”

He barely gives you any time to respond, pushing himself off of the door the moment the last word leaves his lips. Then, he’s backing you up - lips on your neck the whole time he guides you into a bathroom stall. He kicks the door open with his foot and promptly nudges you inside.

And now you’re the one pinned. His hands slip under your thighs and haul you up into his arms before pressing you against the stall door. A motion that makes you let out a little squeak of surprise. His fingers dig into your skin, and then he’s back to attacking your neck again - nipping, biting, and licking every inch of skin he could get his mouth on. Rutting up against you all the while.

With your legs wrapped around his waist, you can really feel him now. The hardness of his clothed cock slotting between your thighs, dragging against your dampened core so deliciously. You try to stifle a moan by tugging at your bottom lip, but it comes spilling out anyway when his teeth sink into your shoulder. It’s just so much, so overwhelming that your body barely knows how to respond to it.

The bulge in his jeans bucking up against you so desperately, you’re half convinced he’s trying to fuck you through your clothes. The sting of his teeth scraping against your skin. His hands bearing an intensity that made your knees weak every time he touched you.

His breath against your skin, his husky groans in your ear.

It felt like he was suffocating you with his presence, and it was intoxicating.

“T-Toby-“ You gasp out right as the head of his cock presses against your clit, blooming a wave of heat that washed over your entire body. “C’mon. Give it to me.” Your hands are getting just as greedy, clawing at his shirt - feeling the shape of his muscles through the thin material. You can tell he’s built. No wonder he’s got you held up so effortlessly.

“What-“ Toby’s panting against your neck, his grip on you nearing a bruising degree. “Whatever h-happened to patience?” He murmurs, voice strained and husky. And it’s laughable that he’s even trying to play that card right now, with how he’s falling to pieces just from a little dry humping.

But, to be fair, so were you. You don’t think you’ve ever been more turned on in your life; cunt throbbing, thighs tingling, a hoard of butterflies fluttering around in your gut. You’d be surprised if you weren’t staining the front of his jeans with your slick right now.

He couldn’t feel it, due to the thickness of the material separating the two of you, but he could fucking smell it. The arousal emanating off of your pliant body, your pussy practically begging for him to sink into its wetness.

And he would, in due time.

“Don’t be a cunt.” You groan out of frustration, now moving your hips back against his to chase more of that delicious feeling. If you really had to, you could cum like this, you knew you could. The drag of his length against your throbbing core was teetering on the line between perfect, and not enough. But, it was just getting better by the minute.

The friction of his jeans against your panties, practically rubbing your cunt raw. No let up, just one buck of his hips after another, pressing against your desperate heat. He had you quivering already, thighs trembling as his nails dug into them.

Your snippy words though, give him pause. Much to your dismay, his movements halt, and then he’s pulling away from your neck to stare down at you with a look that makes you shrink backwards. He raises an eyebrow, eyes glinting with something dangerous, but just when you think you’re in trouble - he’s breaking into an amused grin.

“You’re luh-lucky I like ‘em f-feisty.” He chuckles lowly. His skin is flushed pink, hair all frizzed up and tangled from you frantically tugging at it. Even the lenses of his goggles had begun to fog up, giving visual proof of just how much heat has generated between the two of you. “I kn-knew you’d be fun.”

Then, he’s setting you back onto the ground - your knees nearly buckling once your feet come in contact with the floor once more. He keeps you steady with his hands on your hips though, but only for a few moments.

Because next, he’s spinning you around; pressing your front flush against the stall door. You gasp at the change in position, fingers searching for purchase but finding no such thing against the slippery smooth surface you’re sandwiched against.

If you weren’t literally melting in his hands right now, you might’ve complained about him smushing your face against an undoubtedly germ ridden surface. But, you don’t have a lot of time to think about it, because in the next coming moments you feel your skirt bring flipped up.

You knew it was coming, but the feeling of being exposed still made you squirm - your knees pressing together in embarrassment, as if that would shield you at all. Toby though, is nothing but appreciative, letting out a low growl as he rubs his palm against your ass cheek.

Then, unable to help himself, he gives it a light smack.

You let out a yelp of surprise that you quickly stifle, finger curling into fists against the door. It was a light hit, but the sting still persisted, just further emboldening the ache between your legs. “L-Look at that..” You hear him murmur from behind you, and you don’t have to crane your head back to know what he’s talking about.

The sight of the fat of your ass rippling on impact made his already aching cock throb. Absolutely mesermized by the sight of it, presented to him so beautifully in those soft fishnets. He does it one more time, landing a blow against the other cheek, before letting out a deep groan and sinking his fingers back into the soft flesh. “SS-So fuckin’ hot.” He mutters under his breath. “I’m g-gonna keep you like this, so you b-better get comfy.”

You’d try. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position. Sliding against the grimy stall door, back arched to a degree that made your hips ache. Legs trembling from the strain of keeping balanced in your boots. But then, you feel his fingers hook into the gaps of your fishnets, and your attention is directed elsewhere.

In the otherwise quiet bathroom, the sound of him ripping your tights open is loud. It rings in your ears, making your eyes widen as he exposes you completely. Tearing open a hole in your fishnets for him to slot himself into. “Th-That’s better.” He murmurs softly. “Hope you d-didn’t like these too much.”

He’s lucky you didn’t. But even if you did, you probably still would’ve let him do what he just did. He was a feral ball of desire, acting purely on impulse and need - and it was mouthwatering. Humiliating too, but that was a thought that was buried deep in the back of your mind.

Right now, all that mattered was his touch. His rough, calloused hands groping your flesh like you were putty for him to mould.

Next, his fingers hook under the waistband of the pretty black panties just barely covering your cunt, and he tugs them down in one swift motion. Not all the way off, that would be too much of a hassle, just enough to expose you in all of your sopping wet glory. “So w-wet.”

And then, he’s sinking downwards. He takes a seat on the closed lid of the toilet behind you. In your boots, you’re the perfect height - your pussy practically directly in his face once he gets comfortable. Immediately, he feels drool pool in his mouth, wetting his bandage from the inside. Because fuck, what a glorious sight.

Glistening with slick, all puffy and swollen from him grinding the roughness of his jeans against you. He can see it throb. Your cunt pulsing to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

“Toby-“ You whine softly, brows pinching together in a mixture of both frustration and embarrassment. You can’t take the weight of his eyes on you so directly. It makes your stomach twist into a knot.

“I know, I-I know.” Toby murmurs from behind you, before reaching forwards and grabbing at your ass again. Pulling the cheeks apart, exposing your dripping cunt even more. Fuck, you looked tight. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock in. “I w-wanna taste first. You g-gonna let me?”

Well, of course. You felt as if you may just combust if you don’t get any form of stimulation.

“Y-Yes, please.” You’re whimpering out, breath fogging up the surface your face is pressed pressed against. Almost pathetically, you nudge your hips backwards, and Toby has to bite back a moan at the desperate display.

“Such a ss-slut.” He leans forwards, and you can feel his breath brush against you. “Just how I l-like ‘em.”

After that, he gives no further warning before diving straight in. Tongue flat against your cunt, lapping up every drop of slick you were leaking out for him. And he moans, a deep groan right against you that rumbles through your core. Because you just taste so fucking good. So good it makes it head spin. Even sweeter than the saliva he had swallowed down when his tongue slid against yours.

You were hands down, the most delicious thing he had laid his mouth on. He had a hunch you would be, but the reality of it was something else entirely. The taste of your pussy made his mind go blank, arousal sparking down his spine as his tongue swiped between your folds. Finding your clit easily, rubbing against it in a way that made you squirm.

He had you shaking already, thighs trembling as your body started slipping against the stall door - falling into an arch that Toby would’ve definitely raved over if his face wasn’t buried in your cunt. That was exactly where he wanted to be though. Lapping at your heat, slurping up all the decedent slick that just kept gushing out of you.

You were so sensitive. Practically sobbing against the stall door, unable to bite back the moans that Toby was pulling out of you. Your nails claw at the door, scratching at the already chipping paint as you try and search for a way to ground yourself. It’s fruitless though, because he wanted you to be a mess, and he was too damn good at fulfilling that goal. “SS-Such a good fuckin’ pussy.” He slurs against you, before slipping his tongue past the tightness of your entrance.

Your knees nearly buckle. The only thing really keeping you upright being Toby’s hands as he licked into you, sliding his tongue against your quivering walls. A mixture of his saliva and your wetness was dripping down his chin, but the filthiness was just adding to the appeal. You were practically melting for him. Soaking his face with your sweet, sweet slick as his tongue thrust into you.

He tugs you back, pressing his tongue in deeper, and you see stars. Toby was eating you out like it was his fucking job. Giving you absolute no break, his tongue flicking in deep enough to reach your gspot. Every so often, he’d relent, only just to suction his lips around your clit.

So, was it really a surprise that you were coming undone almost embarrassingly quickly?

“T-Toby-“ You choke out, brows pinching together as your pleasure crests. Your whole body has reached a fever pitch, sweat beading up on your brow. And your hips have a mind of their own, pathetically bucking back against him, practically shoving your pussy into his face with each toe-curling swipe of his tongue. “Don’t stop- fuck- don’t stop.”

He wasn’t planning on it, and so he listens. Savouring the sweetness of your cunt on his tastebuds until you’re crumbling apart, using his grip on your hips to keep you upright even when your legs go weak.

The taste of your release, is even sweeter. He laps it up eagerly, licking you clean as you tremble through your orgasm - mouth hung open in absolute ecstasy. “A-Alright.” He murmurs against you. “Th-Think you’re ready to take m-my cock now?”

Yes. No. Maybe? You didn’t fucking know. You were still so fucked out and sensitive from your release that even just the lightest brush against your pussy has your hips bucking. But, fuck. You thought back to the feeling of his clothed cock pressing against you, and you knew you wanted it. Needed it. He’d stretch you out just right, and you didn’t even need to see it to know that.

“Please, Toby.” You breathe out in a gasping breath, still trying to regain your composure as he slowly stands up behind you.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, barely cleaning himself up but making the effort anyway. Then, his hands go to the buckle of his belt.

“Oh, n-now you’ve got manners.” He snorts, the clink of his belt buckle coming undone making goosebumps rise on the back of your neck - sparking up a chill that goes down your spine. “J-Just had to treat this p-pretty pussy nice and you get so ss-sweet for me.”

His belt comes loose, and the button and zipper of his jeans come undone in quick succession. If he was impatient before, he was fucking starving for it now; unable to take the throbbing ache in his pants any longer. He tugs down his jeans and boxers just below his hips, enough to free his cock and let it slap against your ass. “B-Bet you’ll get even sweeter o-once I actually fuck you.” You can’t help the moan that slips from your lips when he nudges his hips forwards, grinding his length against your heat from behind.

And it feels so good, but you still have a tiny shred of rationality left.

“Y-You got a condom?” You manage to choke out, craning your neck to try and glance at him over your shoulder. Toby doesn’t let you, bringing a hand up to press against the side of your head - using it to smush your face back against the stall door.

“Nope.” He snickers, his other hand coming to grasp your hip roughly. “D-Didn’t come here planning t-to fuck some chick in the b-bathroom.” You feel the head of his cock notch on your entrance for a second, and your heart skips a beat. “B-But don’t worry. I’m c-clean.”

You were going to choose to believe him, for your sake. But, that was only half of the worry, really.

“If you cum in me, I’ll kill you.” You warn, but the words don’t come out as intimidating as you want them to. They leave your mouth strained and breathless, because the feeling of his bare cock slipping against your folds was reigniting the heat between your legs.

“Th-That’d be so fuckin’ worth it.” He huffs out a laugh, and if he didn’t have your face sandwiched between his palm and the door, you would’ve cut him a glare. “But I’ll puh-play nice. Wanted to cum a-all over this sweet ass anyway.”

That brings a small sense of relief, but you’re tensing up all over again when you feel the head of his cock prod at entrance. “S-Stay relaxed for me, a-alright?” He curls his body over yours to murmur in your ear, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your hipbone. “G-Gonna make you feel s-so good.”

You feel his lips on your ear, giving soft wet kisses. Then they’re trailing down your neck. Once he reaches your shoulder, you feel him start to push in.

And you had been right. You hadn’t actually seen his cock (bummer!) but you were correct to guess that he was packing. The stretch immediately has your jaw going slack, knees wobbling as he slowly sinks in deeper and deeper. Bigger than anyone you’ve had before, that’s for sure, and even him loosening you up with his tongue first wasn’t helping much.

He’s got you clawing at the door, ripping old crusty paint from it as you scramble to find purchase somewhere. When you can’t, one of your hands flies backwards to curl around his wrist. “I know baby, I-I know.” Toby murmurs to you softly as he laves over your shoulder with his tongue in attempts to soothe you. He gently rocks his hips forwards, slowly sinking in more and more - a shudder going down his spine at the feeling of your tight heat wrapping around him like a vice.

And he was only halfway in. He wouldn’t tell you that though. “You c-can take it.” With each nudge of his hips he’s slipping in further, and it gets to a point where you have to grit your teeth - eyebrows pinching together in a mixture of pain and pleasure. You’re practically coated in sweat now, slipping against the surface Toby’s got you pinned against as you try to stay stable. But you knew that if he wasn’t holding you up, your legs probably would’ve given out by now.

He’s just got you stuffed so full you’d swear you could taste him. You could feel him in your fucking guts; carving open a path for himself with his thick cock, nibbling and sucking at your shoulder all the while.

When his hips finally meet yours, it’s euphoric for both parties. Toby’s head drops down, resting on your shoulder as he pants against your skin. Fuck, you were tight. Like your cunt was trying to strangle his dick.

With one hand digging into the soft flesh of your hips, and the other one curling into your hair, he has to take a moment to really focus on not shooting his load right there. He knew you’d probably rip his head off if he did, but Christ it was like your pussy was crying for it; gushing slick that was dripping around the base of his length, pulsing around him like it was trying to coax out his release. “You’re ss-so fuckin’ tight-“ He grits out, breathing out hot huffs of breath against your skin.

“It’s- ah!” He nudges forwards, somehow getting even deeper. “It’s been awhile.” You force out, your expression wrinkling as the pain starts to subside for a pleasure that makes your mouth water.

“Yeah?” Toby draws his hips back just a couple inches, testing the waters as he starts slowly rocking into your heat. And it’s good. Too fucking good. This might not end up just being a one time thing, he knows he’s going to be dreaming about this sweet cunt. “A-And you’re giving it t-to me?”

Slow, shallow rocks of his hips make your vision go hazy. His cock dragging against your walls deliciously, nudging up against your gspot with each press in. He was being gentle, getting you used to it, and yet you’re already struggling to breathe. You can hear your pulse in your ears, every single nerve in your body seemingly set alight each time his hips met yours. “I f-feel special.”

“Don’t-“ You choke out a moan against the door when he pulls out more, slipping his entire length back in this time in a movement that makes your breath leave your lungs. “D-Don’t get cocky.”

Toby lets out a soft huff of laughter. Still not picking up the pace, just rolling in deeper. Getting his whole cock buried in the gush of your leaking cunt on each press in.

It was an intoxicating sight. That soft, supple flesh, rippling each time his hips connected with yours. Fishnets ripped open to reveal your glorious cunt, which just kept swallowing him up to the base on every single stroke. Sucking him back in every time he pulled out. So tight it made him feel dizzy. “It’s a l-little hard not to be r-right now.”

And you’re about to try and make a snide comment in response, but your throat is quickly closing up.

Because you just heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.

You can hear the chatter of two girls that had definitely just come from the show, giggling to themselves as they gather around the mirror to look at the damage their makeup went through.

And you know that you’re hidden away in a stall, but it still wasn’t exactly discreet. Just once glance under the stall and you’d find two pairs of feet standing suspiciously close to one another - one of which, visibly trembling.

Your eyes blow wide immediately, a mixture of panic and being absolutely mortified.

Toby though, doesn’t seem as fazed.

The hand that had been pressing against your head slips down lower, covering your mouth with his palm. “B-Better keep quiet.” He murmurs low in your ear, quiet enough to be drowned out by the chatter of the girls just a door away. “Unless y-you want them to know h-how much of a whore you are:”

Then, he’s back to moving. Even slower and smoother than before, pressing into you at a pace so agonizingly languid that you almost find yourself pressing your hips back to get more. Sliding into you with enough cautiousness that his belt buckle doesn’t even jingle - which you appreciate, but it’s also agonizing.

You’re breathing raggedly through your nose, unable to even part your lips because of the pressure his palm is holding against your mouth. And he’s rutting into you, over and over, not a care in the world that the bathroom wasn’t nearly as private as it had once been.

If you thought you were humiliated before, this was taking the cake. Teeth gritted each time his length stretched you open, whole body tense as you try and hold back even the smallest noise. But, fate isn’t on your side, because you’re already feeling that familiar heat start to build again.

Getting hotter and hotter with each buck of his hips, your cunt getting tighter and tighter around him as you struggle to hold it back. “O-Oh, bad timing.” Toby chuckles softly in your ear, but makes no effort to make things easier for you.

Instead, he starts pulling you back so that he can sink in deeper. Nudging against your gspot with a pressure that was making you see stars. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the hand gripping your hip slips down your front - sliding between your thighs to find your clit.

Oh, he was trying to kill you.

It only takes a couple tight circles against the swollen nub before you’re crumbling. Practically convulsing beneath him, drool wetting the palm of his hand as you gasp raggedly through your nose. This time, your legs really do give out, but Toby keeps you held up effortlessly - still pounding away at you cunt like he owned it.

Your vision is swimming, ears ringing, your walls spasming around his cock as your head spins.

You’re so out of it, you barely hear it when the bathroom door opens again, and the chatter starts to fade away. “F-Fuckin’ finally.” You hear Toby groan, before he’s picking up the pace at long last.

Snapping his hips into yours, slamming his length into your quivering cunt with a ferocity he had long been holding back. The buckle of his belt jingles with each thrust in, but you can barely hear it. You’re too busy melting.

He was fucking you with an intensity you’ve never encountered before, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the bathroom. If anyone else walked in, you were sure they’d quickly be turning on their heel. Because the air was flooded with the filthiest noises possible; Toby’s husky grunts and groans, the smack of his hips connecting with yours, and all the breathy whimpers and moans that were spilling out of you once his hand slipped away from your mouth.

You were long past caring now though. Too drunk on his cock to be embarrassed about any of this. Especially when he’s gripping at your hips with both hands, fingernails biting into the flesh, tugging you back to meet each brutal thrust. “S-Such a good pussy.” He’s panting in your ear, voice strained and ragged. Still fucking up into you like he’d die if he ever stopped. “Y-You sure I can’t c-cum in you?” He’s mumbling against your ear next, nuzzling into your hair. “I-I’ll buy you th-the pill.”

Convincing argument. So much so that you almost just cave. Almost.

But, you’d hang onto that last shred of your dignity even if it killed you.

“N-No-“ You’re whining out, almost too pathetically to take seriously. You definitely don’t look like a convincing sight, with the way you’re drooling against the door with each snap of his hips. “Y-You can’t-“

“I c-can’t?” Toby chuckles. “I t-totally can.”

Such an asshole. If he wasn’t currently giving you the best lay of your life, you’d probably smack him.

“Toby-“ You warn, managing to crane your head back to finally look at him. He’s not looking at you though - well, not your face - his eyes are locked in on the sight of his cock disappearing into you. Breathing getting heavier and heavier every time he buried himself to the hilt.

And he looked damn gorgeous. All slick with sweat and flushed pink on his cheeks. His eyes half-lidded and hazy, the muscles in his arms flexing every time he tugged your hips back. When his gaze finally flits up to meet yours, you’re even more convinced.

Because he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that exists to him, pupils blown out with arousal. It had your already spiked hormones going crazy. And suddenly, the desire to have his cum flood your cunt is stronger than ever. To let him mark you from the inside out. Let him make you his.

It’s a horrible idea. You know it is. But Toby looks like a god amongst men as his hips snap into yours, lips parted and glistening with saliva. “O-Okay.” You find yourself choking out, knees wobbling as your body goes even more pliant in his hold. You were barely even standing anymore, more so just wedged between his body and the wall. “You can.”

Nail in the coffin. Just because the sight of him made your mouth go dry. Was that pretty privilege?

“Y-Yeah?” Toby eyes gain a feral sheen once he’s looking back up to you once more, a stupidly smug grin on his face. “Gonna let m-me b-breed this tight l-little cunt?” His hips somehow move even faster, practically punching the moans out of you now with each rough thrust. “I-I’ll get you fuckin’ dripping with it.”

It’s embarrassing how much those words turn you on more. Even more embarrassing that you’re sure he can feel it; how your pussy tightens up around him once his voice reaches your ears.

Leaning back forwards, his lips and teeth are everywhere. Adding to the marks already littering your shoulder, scraping up your neck, nipping at your jaw before he’s tugging at your earlobe with his canines. The sound of his panted breathing in your ear is just getting you hotter, all those gravelly moans he’s letting out going straight to your leaking cunt. “SS-So fuckin’ good- God-“

Then, his hand is slipping back to your already overly sensitive clit - rubbing quick, tight circles that rip a cry from your lungs. “G-Give me one m-more.” He huffs out. “O-One more, and I’ll fill you up.”

You don’t think you could deny him even if you tried. Your nerves were going on overdrive, so sensitive that the feeling of his fingers spring tears to your eyes. Not to mention, how he was still ruthlessly pounding against your gspot. You don’t think a single woman in the world would be able to hold back.

And so you don’t. And this one, nearly fucking knocks you out from the intensity. Your eyes roll back as your pleasure crests for the third time, toes curling within the confines on your boots as stars dance behind your eyelids. Your walls convulse around him, sucking him in so tight he couldn’t have pulled out even if he wanted to. “Hah, fuck-“ Toby pants in your ear, his grip on your hips bruising as his thrusts begin to stutter.

He fucks you through your release until you’re trembling like a leaf, then with one brutal thrust back into you - he’s coming undone right after.

You feel it as the warmth of his cum gushes into you, flooring your cunt with his hot sticky load. It gushes out around his cock as he fucks it into you with languid thrusts, his breathing hot and heavy against your ear - littered with strained groans that make your whole body tingle. “F-Fuck, that’s good-“ He huffs out.

The grips on your hips loosens, before his hands are roaming your body. Sliding up your torso, tracing your curves with his calloused palms as he lets out a well satisfied hum. You feel his release drip down your thighs, staining your tights and surely pooling on the ground below you.

Toby nuzzles into your hair, trying to steady his breathing as he taking in a deep inhale of your scent. Still so sweet, but tainted now by the musk of sweat and sex. All his doing. He can’t help but feel proud.

After he finally seems to find his bearings, he pulls out - to which the rest of his spend comes gushing out after, making your brows wrinkle together at the feeling. But then, he’s spinning you back around, finally getting a good look at your face for the first time since he pinned you down.

And you look so gorgeous. All fucked out and messy, makeup smeared and mascara running, lips red and swollen from how you had bitten them raw. Yeah. This isn’t just going to be a one time thing. So he says; “Th-This pussy’s mine now, r-right?”

His hands are back on your waist again as you raise an eyebrow at him, thumbs rubbing against your soft skin.

“Thought I told you not to get cocky.” You murmur back to him, voice hoarse and raspy. A quality that makes Toby’s lips twitch into a little smirk.

“And I-I thought I told you that it’s ha-hard not to.”He chuckles softly, before leaning down to nose at your jaw. “What d-do you say though? I-I’ll treat you e-even better next time.” He places a soft, wet kiss against your skin. “G-Got a twin sized bed at home w-with your n-name on it.”

“W-Wow, a twin.” You snort, though you do raise a hand to cup the back of his head as he nuzzles into you. “Fancy guy, huh?”

“W-What can I say?” He hums against you, and you can’t see it, but you can feel his lips curl into a grin against you. “I know h-how to impress a g-girl.” Then he’s lifting his head back up to gaze down at you. “So? I-Is that a yes, then?”

And though it was absolutely not what you had expected when you walked through the venue doors earlier, you find that offer being incredibly tempting. But then again, everything about him was.

Besides, he still owed you that morning after pill.

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hi lol

I stg I always get carried away writing I tired to not this one as much of a beast and yet we’re STILL at nearly 10k words

I’m am bestowed with the curse of yapping too much

but as always thank you for reading!!

[ramp-it-up]

Worth the Fall

Summary: James Bucky Barnes WAS an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and knocked him on his face. Despite the fact you have questions about Bucky and your parents’ conversation at Thanksgiving, you’re hitting your groove as a couple, but there is no time for alone time.

Word count: 3.4 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This part of the story is getting everything caught up to a month ago, lmao. Thank you for continuing to rock with this story. And let me know if you like it (I hope you do!)

This fic is in the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after both You've Got Me Thinking and the Steve Rogers fic Peach III.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Initial angst, Steve and Peach, Bucky’s anxiety. No time for nookie! Flirting Intimations of sexting and phone sex. Praise kink, fluffy Bucky, horny Bucky, dom Bucky. F@cking versus making love, wall time, sex with clothes on, raw p in v, creampie, after care, intimations of oral (f receiving!) dirty talk, Bucky applies for a second job. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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You walked along the sand and inhaled the ocean air.

You were shaken to the core. 

Bucky Barnes had surely just taken your parents out to ask for your hand in marriage. But it was so soon, how could he be so sure?

Also, you were an independent woman. How dare he talk to your parents before he asked you to marry him!

He wasn’t your feudal lord.

You were scared witless and turned to the waves to try and calm down. 

“He loves the hell out of you, you know.”

Steve had fallen in beside you as you stared at the ocean. You looked up at him, trying to smile, but failing. To Steve you looked terrified.

“It’s just so….”

Steve smiled to himself, remembering that Bucky had purchased the ring weeks before, after just a few days of knowing you. But that wasn’t his story to tell.

“Just know that I’ve never seen him like this. And I’ve known him since we were kids. He’s never been so open, so determined with a woman before. You make him a better man. It’s truly amazing.”

Steve looked so earnest. Your cousin had done quite a number on him.

“You don’t have to be scared. You are ‘The One’ for him.”

This time you managed a smile and an arched eyebrow. You had a feeling that he wasn’t just talking about his best friend.

Steve chuckled.

“Gah. Don’t look at me like that. You and Peach and that eyebrow.”

You laughed at that and grinned, more relaxed now.

Steve looked off into the waves himself.

“So fucking cute…”

He looked down and kicked a rock, a small smile on his face. You could tell he had it bad.

“Thanks for the pep talk Steve-o. And I get what you’re saying. I love Bucky Barnes with all my might, making every other relationship I’ve ever had seem… trivial.”

You glanced at Steve, who was nodding at your sentiment.

“I’m just spooked at the possibilities. I mean…this seems…like a lot.”

“I know. Bucky gets intense.”

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Understatement of the year. And you’re a lot like your friend.”

Steve looked at you, one eye closed from the sunlight in his eyes. He didn’t have any sunglasses and the sun highlighted his windswept hair and the planes of his handsome face. You were squinting at him and you could totally see why Peach let him touch her goodies. 

Steve was kinda hot.

You sighed.

“Listen. I’ll be alright. Bucky and I just need to chat.”

Steve smirked.

“Chat. Is that what the kids call it now?”

You laughed and swatted him on the arm as you continued walking again.

“Fuck you, Steve. But for real. Thank you for checking on me. I appreciate it. And I love you for it. I just wish my cousin could see this side of you.”

Steve scoffed.

“Fucked that up good, didn’t I?”

“Not gonna lie, she’s kinda blinded by rage right now. But don’t give up on her. She’ll come around.”

Steve looked at you skeptically and you shrugged.

“80– 75% chance she’ll come around.”

You both laughed.

“Just remember what I said yesterday. She’s a tough nut, but she has a huge heart behind that wall. She is determined about the success of that dance school and she is competitive as fuck. You know what to do.”

Steve grinned. 

“Yes ma’am, I do.”

—-

You and Steve re-entered the kitchen laughing, you holding on to his arm. 

Peach was at the table drinking coffee and dedicated to ignoring Steve.

“Thanks again for the pep talk Steve. I appreciate it.”

You gave him a long hug and when you separated, you saw Peach’s eyebrow cocked in what you could only imagine was the way Steve described. You stifled a giggle and leaned up on your tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

“You better stop before Bucky comes back and chops me in the throat.”

Peach humphed, and you knew exactly what she was thinking.

You laughed at Steve as he headed toward the stairs, ignoring Peach right back.

“I’m gonna go get my running shoes. A turn down the beach will help me get some of this tension out.”

You watched Peach as she watched Steve roll his neck and stretch on his way out of the room, her coffee stalled in mid air. Her head was on a swivel as he walked out of the room, checking out his formidable ass. She sighed and then remembered that you were there.

You looked at her and she looked at you.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I didn’t say a word, cousin. Yet. But we will talk later. Any coffee left?”

—-

The week ended up smoother than when Bucky and Steve arrived, and before you and he and Steve left on the jet back to New York, Bucky surprised everyone with an invitation to Vermont for Christmas. 

Your heart did a funny little thing because why would he invite your entire family on an all expense holiday vacation from Christmas Eve to New Years unless he was going to…

You couldn’t dwell on what ifs, and you didn’t want to spook yourself. You just decided to appreciate the moment.

It was funny watching your cousin’s face and the corresponding look on Steve’s. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be stressful at all.

Perhaps there would be entertainment.

—---

Later, back in Brooklyn, there was a whirlwind of activity as the Rebirth Foundation geared up for the annual summit and gala. 

During the second week in December, Rebirth Endowment recipients (which included your cousin this year!) flew in, were oriented and toured around New York City. The two culminating events were the summit, held at NYU, where there was an art lecture series, a panel, and the gala. 

Steve usually participated in the summit by himself, with Sam or Natasha sometimes joining him on stage along with the city’s movers and shakers in the art scene.

But this year Bucky was participating.

He said he wanted to be more prominent in the Art community moving forward as a path toward legitimacy, and you knew that tangentially, that had something to do with you.

When you got back from Thanksgiving, there was a week to prepare for the activities. Your Arts and Culture Alliance in Brownsville, as a part of Rebirth through the Howard Benson exhibit, was a stop on the tour, and you had a ton of work to do. 

Bucky and his three partners obviously had their own long list of to dos, but he also needed to be there for Steve, who was a wreck at the thought of Peach coming into town. 

Steve was so far gone.

But James Buchanan Barnes.

You’d never seen Bucky Barnes shook. 

Sure, you’d seen him excited, impatient, horny, angry, and a little irritated, but never truly nervous.

And you shouldn’t have thought it, but it was adorable. 

Friday night, you met your cousin at the airport and witnessed the beginning of her downfall. The cocktail reception later at the hotel had her, and by proxy your own, head spinning. 

You grinned at the way Steve was handling everything. 

Bucky was beautiful and you admired him as he toasted the guests, his beautiful tenor a nice contrast from Steve’s baritone as they both gave their salutations. Only you knew how anxious he was to speak in front of people and for everything to go well. You felt privileged.

You realized that James Buchanan Barnes was a good man who just wanted to be better for you and for his community.

And suddenly you were not afraid of a future with him.

—-

During this time, you two shared brief cuddles and quick kisses, furtive touches and brief bouts of handholding when you saw each other at events. The mornings meant salacious pictures and quick phone sex to take the edge off, but you weren’t able to luxuriate in each other as you usually did.

You missed Bucky’s full attention, but the fact that you were working together on something worthwhile was the shit. You loved this man and you wanted to work beside him as an equal, not just be his sex toy.

This was the week that you fell completely in love with Bucky Barnes.

Thursday was the day of the Rebirth Art Summit and Bucky was pacing up and down his home office, reading glasses switching locations from perched on top of his head, to his delectable mouth, to his handsome face as he reviewed his notes.

You looked up from the ones in your hands with which you were quizzing him and smiled at him.

“Jamie, it’s going to be okay.”

He stopped to look at you, a faint smile on his face. He came over and pecked you on the lips and gave you a hug.

“‘M so glad you are here tonight, even though you tried to stay away.”

You sighed into his chest and took a deep breath, inhaling his Bucky smell.

“I wasn’t trying to avoid you, I was just giving you space. I know tomorrow is important to you and I don’t want to distract—”

“Frumoasă. You don’t distract from anything. If anything, you add to my life. You add so, so much. I love you. And I miss you. I want you here with me tonight.”

You melted into him, chuckled and shook your head as he held you. This feeling was crazy.

“What?”

You heard his voice in his chest, but he didn’t move, except to sway just a little, as if soothing you. It worked.

“I love you too, Bucky. And I miss you too. So much. It’s wild to feel so much in such a short amount of time.”

You and Bucky had only been together about three months, but you knew this was it.

“When you know, you know, my love. And we shouldn’t waste any more time.”

You hugged him tighter. What was understood didn’t need to be said.

He kissed the top of your head and then moved back so he could see into your eyes.

“And having you in my space while I get ready for an important event is everything.”

You looked him in the eye, thinking of sucking his dick for being such a dream.

“Bucky…”

Bucky took your hand and raised it to his lips.

“Don’t look at me like that, Frumoasă. I will be forced to fuck you all night long, something that is long overdue.”

He kissed your forehead.

“But there is much work to do.”

You cast your eyes down and whispered, “You’re right.”

Bucky took you in, looking so demure and being so patient with him. It was such a turn on.

“Such a Good Girl for me.”

You wanted to fall to your knees, but you just bit your lip and went to sit back down, crossing your legs as you began quizzing him again. 

Soon, you told your pulsing pussy. Soon.

You worked late into the night and soon dozed on the leather couch in his study. The next morning, you woke in Bucky’s bed with a sweet note on your pillow. You smiled and knew that he’d carried you to bed and held you all night long.

—--

“You look like that damn heart eyes emoji, ya know.”

You sucked your teeth at your cousin’s comment, but you didn’t pull your gaze away from Bucky up on the dias the next day at NYU. 

You were proud and in awe of your man. Your smirk turned into a grin as he glanced at you and started to speak.

You were down bad. And Bucky was too. After almost two weeks with little to no physicality, your energy was at supernova strength and about to cause a black hole in the universe.

That’s how intense this thing was. 

You were wet and hard and soft in all the right places.

Bucky had to pause frequently for the interpreter, and it gave you a chance to make googly eyes at each other. You ignored Peach’s subtle retching noises as you concentrated on Bucky. But you cut your eyes over to her while Steve spoke and found her visibly eye fucking him. You smirked when she noticed you noticing.

“Bucky is pretty much the man.”

She was trying to distract you. You laughed.

“Fucking-A.” 

You nodded up at the stage.

“Steve is the shit too.”

You were shocked as hell when she responded.

“He’s amazing. I had no idea everything that he does. Have to say, I’m impressed.”

You elected not to tease her about her response. It seemed as if Steve was working the plan.

You resumed watched as Bucky did his thing. He was glowing, handsome and impressive as hell. No one would believe he was as introverted as he was. But he was flourishing in the spotlight, seemingly born for his. He exuded confidence. 

It was such a turn on.

—-

Bucky watched you watching him and talking to your cousin and knew your tells. You were probably wet and ready for him. He briefly thought of what he was going to do to you later before he refocused on the task at hand. Knowing you were there for him was such motivation.

When he made his way back over to you, you were an angel, giving him a huge hug and exclaiming, “You were so fucking good up there, Jamie! I’m so proud of you.”

Bucky felt his heart explode and although someone was pulling him away from you, he mouthed a promise in your direction.

—-

“Later...”

You definitely read those sexy lips and your heart started racing. You looked around for your cousin, expecting to be roasted, but she was nowhere to be found. You shrugged and made your way to the subway, assuming that she was gathering with the other recipients. There was more work to do in Brownsville and you were busy anticipating the night.

You waited all day for Bucky’s text to tell you what time Nico was picking you up, but it never came. The rest of the day flew by and by the time you were walking home, daydreaming of dressing up for the gala tomorrow night and what Bucky might wear, you happened to check your phone and saw messages he’d sent just 10 minutes before:

You looked so good today. Especially this morning. Good enough to eat.

I’ll be at your place in 30. Wear that bra, no top, that skirt, no panties, and those heels.

You blushed and thought of the mirror selfie of the cream lace lingerie set you were wearing underneath your cream colored cowl neck sweater and grey wool pencil skirt that matched your grey wool coat.

Yes, Daddy, you replied and picked up the pace to make it to your brownstone ahead of him, your heart beating a mile a minute.

You thought you were prepared when you opened the door after Bucky knocked, but you weren’t.

In fact, you were shaking with anticipation.

There he was, bundled up from the cold, but those blue eyes sparkling down at you.

Bucky stared at you for a beat, and then walked toward you, taking your face in his hands and backing you up against the entryway wall, kicking the door closed behind him.

“My Frumoasă. So good. So perfect”

And then he leaned down and kissed you.

—-

Bucky had the strangest thought as you opened your door.

I’m home.

Although this was not his place, he realized that you were his home and that he couldn’t wait to make you his wife. His eyes swept down your form, pleased that you had followed instructions. You were such a badass, capable woman and partner and he just had to be inside you soon. 

He complimented you and his cock stiffened as your mouth parted in desire. He knew your praise kink very well. Bucky cradled your beautiful face and moved inside to kiss you.

His demanding mouth parted your trembling lips, sending tremors through your body. You clung to the lapels of his coat to tether you to earth as his tongue invaded your mouth. You suckled it, previewing what you wanted to do with his cock later. 

He pulled away, his bright blue eyes blazing, and his jaw clenched so tight as he shrugged out of his winter coat. If you didn’t know him so well, you’d think he was angry, but the look was desire. 

And only for you. You grew warm from the inside out.

“I can’t wait. Wanna make love to you, but I have to fuck you now.”

Bucky bent his knees and grabbed your thighs, prompting you to wrap your legs around him and hold on to him as he walked you over to your couch.

You attacked his face as you were sat down firmly on the bulge in his pants and Bucky accepted your assault, chuckling as you kissed him from his hairline, to his forehead, down his nose, each cheek, skipping over his lips to his stubbly dimpled chin and finally back to that mouth. When he kissed you again, his hands were everywhere, starting at the nape of your hair, pulling so your neck was exposed as his mouth moved down to mark you up, then trailing down to your fine lace bra cups.

Bucky palmed your full breasts, weighing them in his hands and watching your face as he twisted your nipples. You nipples tightened under his touch and you arched your back, moving and giving him a view of what was underneath your skirt. He admired your ardor, you squirming and moaning on his lap.

It was his dream come true.

“So fucking hot, Frumoasa. I’ve been craving you. All day. All week. Ever since Thanksgiving. Since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Bucky…need you.”

You grasped the lapels of his jacket as his hand traveled down your torso and as he leaned down to travel under the hem of your skirt. Your soft fingers peeled his jacket away and unbuttoned his shirt. You opened it and ran your hands down his chest, rubbing his nipples with your thumb and trailed your hand down to his happy trail and proceeded to try and undo his belt buckle.

Bucky grew hot at the warmth of your thick thighs and the way your cunt was so hot that he could feel it through his pants. 

He had to have it. 

Panting now and desperate, Bucky tugged your skirt up, flashing your bare pussy, but it was difficult to get rid of because it was still buttoned. It slipped out of his hands and he grunted in frustration.

“Ah, poor baby…” 

You leaned forward, brushing the locks of hair that had fallen into his flushed face, grazing your nipples across your chest with a sexy smile.  Bucky whimpered and you smirked at his desperation. You slowly reached behind you to your zipper, pushing your chest toward Bucky’s face. He licked his lips and pulled your bra cups down, causing your warm breasts to spill out and his hands to be drawn to them again like magnets as he watched you loosen your skirt.

When you grabbed the hem to bring it over your head, he released you, watching as the fabric moved above your crotch.

Your pussy. Fuck.

Bucky could never get enough of staring at it, the dark petals, which were spread open for him as you sat on his lap were calling his name. He licked his lips, suddenly parched.

“What are you thinking about, Bucky?”

You had a pretty good idea, but you wanted, no needed, to hear Bucky’s voice right now. You reached behind you again as you unclasped your bra and suddenly you were naked on an essentially fully dressed Bucky Barnes.

It was sexy as hell. 

“I’m thinking that your pussy is a work of art, Frumoasă. It’s perfect. I’m thinking that I want to spend at least eight hours a day between your legs, make you cum over and over again, make you beg me to stop, and to start again. How I want you to taste you and make you squirt so I can swallow you down…”

You moaned and started grinding on his bulge, causing Bucky to curse.

“Damn, Baby. You’re gonna make me jizz in my pants like a teenager.”

Bucky grabbed your ass and reached between you to tease your clit, feeling how wet you were.

“Fuuuuuck, you’re so wet.”

Bucky’s eyes rolled as he grabbed your waist and lifted you to your knees on either side of him as he unzipped his pants and pulled them and his underwear just down past his ass to get his cock out. He grabbed your cheek as he stroked himself and rubbed his thick cock head in your juicy pussy.

“Fuck me Frumoasa. Slide down this dick for me.”

You brushed Bucky’s hair off his forehead again as you nodded and started to slide down his fat, hard cock. Your head lolled back on your neck as you reached the root of him.

“Oh… Bucky�� Fuck….”

You could feel Bucky pounding inside you, long thick cock battering your cervix and you whined, leaning back and working your hips as Bucky fucked up into you and thumbed your clit while the other hand guided you up and down his dick. 

His jaw was clenched and his eyes were shining as he looked up at you. You knew he was close and you couldn’t take it.

He started to speak and you knew it was over.

“Frumoasă. I-I’m gonna need you to… oh holy fuckkkkkk!”

His stutter made you start to cum.

As soon as your pussy started spasming around him, Bucky started shooting his spend all over your warm walls causing you to convulse and hug his head to your chest. He clutched you to him, whimpering as he held onto you for dear life as he came.

He collapsed backwards, taking you with him as you became boneless in his arms. You rolled off of him and curled up on the couch as Bucky stood and untangled himself from his clothes.

You closed your eyes for a minute as he got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth to clean you up. When he finished, he kissed your forehead and gathered you up in his arms.

“You turn me on like no one else, Frumoasă. You’re it for me. I love you.”

You cuddled into him as he lay you in your bed.

“Me too, Bucky. You’re my one. I love you, too.”

Bucky kissed your forehead again, and then proceeded to move down your body.

“Good, now. I need to clock into my main occupation. Hour one of eight.…”

—-

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can you do a steve smut enemies to lovers related?

Thank you for the request! I actually had one ready to post this evening! Here we go :)

Bitter edges of Steve

After a disastrous mission Steve and you finally confront the tension between each other.

TW- not really any, slight smut, angst.

The door slammed shut behind you, rattling the rusted hinges. You barely had time to take a breath before Steve Rogers stormed in after you, his boots heavy on the concrete floor. His face was a mask of barely contained rage, his blue eyes sharp enough to cut.

“What the hell was that?” he snapped, his voice low and dangerous, the kind of tone that made lesser men cower. But not you.

You turned to face him, matching his glare with one of your own. “It was me getting the job done, Rogers. Someone had to, and you sure as hell weren’t stepping up.”

His laugh was cold, humorless. “Stepping up? You mean disobeying orders, blowing our cover, and nearly getting yourself killed? That’s what you call stepping up?”

“You hesitated,” you shot back, refusing to back down even as he advanced toward you. “You always hesitate. I did what had to be done, and you’re pissed because you didn’t get to play the hero this time.”

He closed the distance between you in a flash, his jaw tight and his fists clenched at his sides. “You think this is about my ego?” he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt. “This is about you being a reckless, insufferable pain in my ass who can’t follow orders to save their life.”

“I don’t follow your orders,” you spat, stepping closer to him despite the warning in his eyes. “And I’m not your responsibility, so stop acting like you care.”

He barked out a sharp, bitter laugh, his head shaking as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Care? You think I care about you?” His words were a knife to the gut, sharp and cruel. “You’re nothing but a liability. A thorn in my side I should’ve dealt with a long time ago.”

The venom in his voice made your chest ache, but you refused to let him see it. You squared your shoulders, meeting his fury with your own. “Then why don’t you?” you challenged, your voice shaking with barely restrained anger. “Why don’t you deal with me, Steve? Why do you keep coming after me, cleaning up my messes? If I’m such a liability, why the hell are you still here?”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his chest rising and falling with the force of his breathing. Then, without warning, he grabbed your arm and yanked you forward, his face inches from yours.

“You want to know why?” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Because you drive me insane. Because every time I look at you, I want to throw you against a wall and—” He stopped himself, his jaw clenching as he tried to rein in his temper.

“Do it,” you whispered, your voice trembling, though not from fear.

His eyes darkened, his grip on your arm tightening. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

“Don’t I?” you shot back, your breath hitching as his body pressed against yours, backing you into the wall.

For a second, you thought he might actually walk away, leave you there to stew in the silence. But then his lips crashed against yours, rough and demanding, his hands gripping your waist with bruising force. The kiss was a battle—hot, messy, and unrelenting, years of pent-up frustration and anger spilling out all at once.

“Still think I don’t care?” he muttered against your lips, his voice a dangerous growl.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you kissed him back just as fiercely, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. His hands roamed your body, possessive and unyielding, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

When he pulled back, his eyes burned into yours, a mixture of anger and something darker, something that made your knees weak. “You make me crazy,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You make me want things I shouldn’t want, make me feel things I shouldn’t feel. I hate it. I hate you.”

“Good,” you breathed, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Because I hate you too.”

His lips curled into a dark, almost cruel smile. “Prove it.”

Before you could respond, he was kissing you again, his mouth hot and relentless as his hands slid beneath your shirt. He lifted you effortlessly, pinning you against the wall as his lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough as his hands gripped your thighs, holding you firmly in place. “Say you hate me.”

“I hate you,” you gasped, though your voice trembled with need.

He laughed softly, the sound dripping with satisfaction. “Liar.”

His hand slid higher, his touch rough and unrelenting, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips. His mouth found yours again, swallowing your gasps as he pressed himself harder against you, the line between hate and desire blurring until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

The rest of the world faded away as you surrendered to him, the weight of your shared anger and frustration dissolving into something raw and primal. This was no fairytale, no perfect resolution—but in that moment, with his body pressed against yours and his lips claiming every inch of you, it was enough.

For now, it was enough.

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Dark Steve Rogers x Shifter Reader

Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Non Con, forced relationship, collar, dominance play,

Summery: Steve is tired of you not talking to him and giving him the cold shoulder.

Steve watched you from a distance as you nodded as Bucky talked to you with his arms crossed, your body language told Steve that you were completely relaxed around his long time friend, this pissed him off, 

You and Steve seemed to clash he didn’t know why sure you never uttered a word to him, but you would growl at him, scrunching your nose at him, Tony often said you were more animalistic than human, giving what Bucky explained all HYDRA put you though it’s not surprising, but Steve couldn’t control himself around you, he was always pointing out your flaws, 

Telling you everything you did wrong, and even would ask if you were understanding him at all, Bucky and a lot of the team told him he was being harsh, but he was only doing that to get you to utter a word to him, but still you refused, you would growl aggressively at him and storm out leaving the tower for hours coming back covered in blood, but you couldn’t control yourself any longer you would venture to the wood shifting and hunting down anything in sight hopping it would keep the animal side in you at bay hoping you wouldn’t return only to rip Steve to shreds, 

He was hard on you, no one else just you and you never understood it, when you would return he would be standing there waiting with his arms crossed in a disappointed way, he would make comments like, 

‘I should have known someone like you would act this way.’ 

or

‘I really shouldn’t be surprised at this point.’

Or

“Do you have no control what so ever?’ 

“You really are a beast in human form aren’t you.’ 

it pissed you off to no end, 

Steve continued to glare, but you paid no mind to him at this point you just ignored him, 

But what Steve really wanted most was you, he wanted you underneath him begging, moaning while he claimed his territory on you since you were more animal than human, 

He just relished in the thought of claiming you as his, dominating you, he knew you wouldn’t be able to fend him off strength wise, but claws and teeth would hurt like hell he needed something to subside that part of you, He smirked knowing exactly what to do 

Tony was having his annual party, it was dress casual thankfully you hated dressing up, in fact you hated parties all together but Bucky insisted it would get you out of your hard shell like he always says, you were guarded and for good reasons, HYDRA put you though hell, you barely talked only because you were trying your hardest to keep control, 

The animals struggle to gain control over you so you are always trying to keep them in check, Steve makes that very difficult, sure he’s a good teacher but how he always is making rude comments makes it hard not to tear him apart, 

You were sitting on the couch alone when Steve sits next to you, you narrow your eyes at him he hands you a drink, it was cider no smell of booze, 

“I’m sorry..” He says 

“I know I’ve been hard on you it’s only so you can succeed.” He says with a smile 

You just nod taking a sip of the drink, it was good, 

you both sat there for the majority of the party until you started feeling very hot, your vision started tilting you quickly stood up leaving the party heading towards your room, as you entered your room someone quickly pinned you against the wall you were about to attack only to feel something form around your neck, and you couldn’t you couldn’t access your animals either, you looked at your attacker, it was Steve you stood there in shock he only smirks, 

“This was the only way sweetheart.” He says tapping on the collar 

“Now we can begin.” He says he has his hand around your throat backing you towards the bedroom, you try fighting him but you find your strength was gone as well, he smirks at your reaction, 

“Don’t worry sweetheart it’s not gone for good, but just for this moment.” He says making you fall on the mattress 

He his on top of you in seconds before you can make a run for it. You glare at him 

“Don’t look at me like sweetheart you are going to enjoy this, I promise.” He says with a smirk

He takes off his shirt while he was still straddling you, it finally clicks and you try landing a punch at him he grabs your wrist glaring down at you, 

“I wouldn’t do that.” He says with a glare.

His hand pins you hand above your head you let out a hiss,

He smirks, 

“You have know Idea how long I have waited for this moment.” Steve says smirking 

You let out a growl, 

While he had both of your hands pinned above your head he uses his other hand to rip your shirt to shreds, 

The animal instinct in you loved the dominance something about being over powered did something to not only you but the animals in you, but you refused to show it, you tried to lift your legs to buck him off but it did nothing, 

He chuckled 

“If I knew you were hiding such a beautiful body… I would have done this sooner..” He says his hand skimming up the inside of your thigh

You try to squirm out of his grip but it was too tight, 

“It’s no use, At this point I am stronger than you, this..” He says with his hand on the collar, 

“It keeps you weak, and completely at my mercy,” He says his lips capturing your lips the kiss was so dominate his hands rip your bra to shreds causing you to groan, 

He nearly growls, 

His lips connect with your nibble making you groan and arch your back, 

“Mmm so sensitive,” You could feel him smirk against your breast 

You never felt a feeling like this before, His hand slipped in your shorts entering your wet channel 

“S- Steve.” You growled 

He looked at you 

“That’s it sweetheart, I knew you could talk to me,” He smirked 

His fingers pumping in and out of you, 

You felt as if you were about to lose your mind, you felt a knot forming in your stomach it was getting tighter, and tighter the more he pumped his fingers in you as his mouth swirling around your nipple, you felt like you were going to explode 

The knot inside you snapped you arched your back as you let out a growl and moan, 

Steve pulled his fingers out of you taking his mouth off of your breast, you thought it was over but he impatiently yanked your shorts and panties off your legs, he removed his shirt revealing his toned and muscular chest his bulging arms, you would be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to the man, but you just figured you were out of his league, 

Steve could see the lust in your eyes, He smirked he knew you were based off of animals and like any human and animal it just took the right motivation he yanked his pants and boxers down, slowly crawling up the bed, 

“W-Wait Steve.. I’ve-” You began but turn your head away 

Steve smirked knowing exactly what you were going to say how it turned him on even more to know that he was going to be your first and last if he had anything to say about it.

“I know..” He says prying your legs apart

“It will only hurt a little.” He says smirking down at you with a quickly motion thrusting into you making you growl and eyes flash yellow at him growling up at him 

He smirked 

capturing your lips with his, you were gripping him tightly he could almost cum right there, 

“Go sweetheart your so tight..” He groaned, 

Steve didn’t waste any time, pulling out almost all the way only to thrust back in, his thrusts hard and deep making you moan, it actually made him go deeper making you moan was one of his goals, 

He enjoyed hearing the noises coming from you, your hands clawing at his back making him groan in pleasure, Steve grips your hims roughly he could tell you were right at the edge at how tight you were gripping him, he was close as well, 

“Cum for me sweetheart,” He groaned thrusting deeper and harder the room smelling of sweat and musk, 

God he wasn’t going to last much longer, 

Then he felt it you came so hard you arched your back as you came, 

He came harder than he had ever came before, both of you panting and out of breath, 

He slowly pulls out of you laying on his back, 

He was so wrapped up in the pleasure he didn’t notice you straddling his hips this surprised him, 

You snarled at him, 

“You think your done captain?” You growled 

This made him smirk, 

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 49 – SMUT PT. 2

Torque and Friction by BewareTheIdes15

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,332 Tags: Costume Kink, Identity Porn, Wall Sex

Summary: The armor is his religion. And, c'mon, does anyone really expect that Tony Stark wouldn't want to have sex with his religion? He's just never found anybody before who could handle it.

Reasons why I love it: Steve having the hots for the armor is one of my favorite things, and in my opinion this fic is one of the best explorations of that concept. I love how quickly Tony figures out Steve's kink and how much he plays into it – it's hot as hell how turned on Steve is in the moment. I love it so much, and I hope you give it a shot for yourself!

Get Me Off This Ride by ozuma

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 7,860 Tags: No Powers AU, A/B/O Trapped in Elevator

Summary: An omega and an alpha walk into an elevator. Wait, stop me if you've heard this one before...

Reasons why I love it: Holy hell, this fic is scorchingly hot. I'm always a sucker for an 'Oh no, I'm in heat – oh hey there, Mr. Handsome Alpha' fic, and this one is both gloriously smutty and very sweet. The dialogue is perfect, and I really love how Tony seeks Steve out even after everything is over. It's wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

Fever, Breathe Your Love on Me by blue_jack

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,176 Tags: Medical Kink, A/B/O, Humiliation Kink

Summary: Steve hates his bi-annual checkup. “Mr. Rogers?” Nurse Grace calls, and he inhales sharply before standing up to follow her into the back. He answers the standard “how are you doing today?” and “is there anything you want to mention to the doctor?” questions, and he tries not to fidget, but it’s hard to keep still. He’s just getting so wet.

Reasons why I love it: I credit solely this one fic for giving me a med kink. Poor Steve is struggling so much, and Tony's reaction is absolutely perfect. Plus, the fact that there's more in this universe, including Steve and Tony's first date after this incident, makes me so happy. Definitely check this one out, it's incredible!

Good Vibrations by isozyme

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 7,248 Tags: Fucking Machine, Size Kink, Overstimulation

Summary: Steve had sounded like he really genuinely wanted to see Tony and hear about the new robot-heart and Stark Solutions, so Tony decided that a weekend trip was worth it to see his friend in person. His friend, Tony had reminded himself. Not anything else. It wasn’t fair to Steve if Tony spent their entire visit thinking un-friend-like thoughts about him, and his muscles, and his sweet smile and his careful, firm hugs. However, Tony had a plan. All he needed to do was to tire his dick out on the way over, and he’d be fine. Fortuitously, the Mark 20 had a few brand-new bells and whistles that would help him blow off some steam before meeting up with Steve. Tony built a fucking machine inside the armor. It would be a shame if it malfunctioned in the worst possible way, at the worst possible time, in front of the worst possible person.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is so goddamn hot, holy shit. The whole scene with Tony on his own is already fire, but Steve getting so goddamn turned on when he finds out what happened is just – I don't even have words. You have to read this one, it's so good!

On Camera by FestiveFerret

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 5,644 Tags: Camboy Steve, Orgasm Control, Exhibitionism

Summary: Steve's heart skipped a beat. It was beyond ridiculous to get attached to one of his regular clients but somehow, over the last six months, he had. StarkNakedGenius wasn't logged on for every show, far from it, but he was on for a lot of them, and whenever he was, he tipped like mad.

Reasons why I love it: That private scene between Tony and Steve is so good, I love it! The whole concept of Steve as a camboy is intriguing in and of itself, but I especially enjoyed how much Tony revels in the control he has over Steve in the scene, it's super hot. Definitely check this one out, I bet you'll love it just as much as I do!

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I'm working on this fic where I'm trying to write an emotionally dark take on post-Winter-Soldier recovery, where Steve & Co capture Soldier-Bucky right after the events of Insight, when he's still almost entirely in the grips of Hydra's programming.

I loved this Sebastian Stan quote someone shared on here: “That’s why he doesn’t kill him. That’s why he saves him. That end scene to me was always like: ‘I don’t know what this is, I just know I’m supposed to do this right now. Whatever this is, I’m supposed to protect this for some reason.” I love the heartbreaking urge to protect Steve being impossible to erase or repress despite everything, but what stands out for me is also that this confirms what his expression and act of walking away seem to say on the riverbank: he has no idea what the hell is going on. His brain didn't go "OMG STEVE" and switch him back over to Bucky Barnes in that incredible final moment on the helicarrier—the wall of programming just got its first tiny crack.

It drives me crazy that the Soldier walks away after saving Steve—he wants to know why he saved him, how he knows him, obviously, but he walks away from the simplest way to find those answers-STAY WITH STEVE, drink hot chocolate under blankets with steve!! It also drives my fangirl heart crazy what a stubborn resilient competent independent SOB post-WS Bucky is. He doesn’t trust anyone and he doesn’t want anyone to own him ever again.

He’s got conflicting lines of thought that lead to the same conclusion: He’s programmed to kill Steve, those are his final standing orders, and obeying orders is all he knows. If he wants to keep Steve safe on some level, he knows that won’t be with him, because of those orders, because Hydra owns him. On the other hand, if he’s realized that Hydra is his enemy, he also knows that SHIELD is Hydra, and Cap is affiliated with SHIELD, and thus can’t be trusted to keep Hydra away from him. And/or he disobeyed orders and abandoned his mission, and he doesn’t know why, but he does know the consequences for doing that, and thus has a lot of resentment for the guy that made him do so.

To be clear, I love the Bucky Barnes character and I think any narrative that casts him as a reformed villain who needs to make up for his past actions is bullshit. He is a victim, not only of what was done to him, but also what he was forced with zero agency to do. Having said that, I’m also totally riveted by the Winter Soldier as a bad guy, a threat, a killer. In the MCU movies he goes off after the Insight debacle and somehow deprograms himself all alone, and the next time we see him in Civil War he’s got his sense of himself as Bucky pretty much back—he’s in control of his actions, he knows his and Steve’s history, and he doesn’t want to hurt people. I’m stuck on what else the story could have been instead of the hand-wave transition from brainwashed murderer to Steve Rogers’ loyal friend. The only traumatic encounters with the Soldier Steve experiences are those in the movie where he’s actively trying to kill him, which that’s definitely bad enough for poor Steve—but what about traumatic emotional encounters? What about Steve Rogers trying to talk and reach his friend, but the person he’s talking to is the Soldier immediately post-Insight, still mentally in Hydra’s possession much more than his own?

Anyway one day this little scene came to me and I'm building this WIP, including these notes, around it. Successfully? Who knows, not me.

He regarded Steve through the glass with a hint of curiosity. His voice was soft and quiet. “Why do you come?”

Steve leaned forward and tried to meet those icy eyes. He couldn’t help it. “You’re my friend. You might not remember me, but I will always be your friend.”

The Soldier tilted his head, still questioning. “That’s why you come here?” Every day, Steve thought he heard unspoken; he wasn’t sure whether Bucky registered his presence at all some days, but maybe every instance was recorded in his mind. Maybe not. What happened to a supersoldier brain when it incurred severe sustained deliberate damage was a riddle they were just beginning to examine.

Steve was determined to be steadfast, but there was little he could do to calm the intensity of what he felt. He wanted Bucky to ask these things, because he wanted him to know these things, and he would tell him again and again forever in the hope he would one day believe him and then remember himself.

“I’m here because I want to know how you’re doing. I want you to know I’m here. I’ll come every day unless you tell me honestly you don’t want me to.”

Still the cocked head, the mystified expression. “You come because…he was your friend.”

He leaned in an inch more and found his forehead touching the glass. “You’re my friend. You are Bucky Barnes. You were born in 1917 and we grew up together. You are a good man. What happened to you…was wrong, and I will do everything I can to make it better, for the rest of my life. That’s a promise.”

The cocked head straightened and it looked like some kind of comprehension dawned. He was looking at Steve in a way he couldn’t remember Bucky ever looking before, and after wondering for a few moments Steve realized it was pity on his face.

“You think he’s here.” The look of pity intensified. “You think you...can talk. To him.”

Steve swallowed. “I…I know he is. I don’t know how to convince you it’s true, but I swear it. We played together as kids and then we grew up and lived together and then the war came and we fought together. And now we’re here. I know you don’t remember, Bucky, but there’s no way I’m giving up on you, even if you never do. I know you. I’ve known you as long as I can remember.”

On the other side of the glass Bucky’s expression had settled into the blank resignation the Soldier often wore. He licked his lips, an oddly human gesture that hurt Steve’s heart, and then said, with what might have been an attempt at gentleness, “Your friend. Is gone.”

Steve took a moment, felt his forehead press a little harder on the glass. “If he’s gone, who am I talking to?”

“What,” the Soldier corrected, and then answered, “Hydra.”

He was going to need a lot of punching bags later. “Emotions don’t help,” Natasha had told him, brisk and flint-hard the way she was when she was being kind. “Men think they understand this, but they don’t. Understand it.”

Steve was beginning to understand. He didn’t howl or pound on the glass or leave to find a fight. Instead he swallowed again and asked with a calm that shocked him, “So you…believe in Hydra? In what they do?”

“The Soldier is the fist of Hydra. Weapons don’t believe. They do not need to. The Winter Soldier. Is. Hydra.”

That was the most the Soldier had spoken in one go.

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Like a Prayer - Chapter 6

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Chapter Summary: In which Bobby and Don get drunk, Don goes through hell, and maybe the best decisions aren't made.

But hey, who's to judge?

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Words: 6300

A/N: THE PENULTIMATE CHAPTER flashbacks to me being like "uh oh am I going too fast" and @strangethings-everywhere reassuring me all was well

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The night was filled with drunken singing and scattered conversations. 

Don was having a hard time keeping track of who was saying what by now, beer bottle heavy in his hand. He was still put off by the taste, but the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest was nice. Bobby was pressed tight against his side, going on a tirade and almost shouting in Jim’s face. 

“I SWEAR TO GOD MCMILLAN, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!” 

“Bobby.” Don yanked on his shirt in a weak attempt to hold him back. It was hard to keep a grip on him when Don couldn’t stop fucking giggling. “Bobby, c’mon man.” 

“I don’t know why any of us try to argue with Bobby, it’s useless.” Chuck laughed, one of his arms draped over Roger’s shoulders. If Don had been sober, maybe he would’ve noticed the way that Roger leaned into him, but he was barely able to process anything besides the feeling of Bobby pressed against his body. 

“And that’s why I’m gonna be the best damn lawyer Seattle has ever seen!” Bobby declared, nearly falling down as he waved his arms in the air. Don grabbed him around waist and yanked him back into his seat with a grunt. “Swear to god Donny.” Bobby grinned up at him. 

“I believe you.” Don laughed. His limbs felt all tingly and he wasn’t sure it was from the alcohol. 

Joyce, now officially Joe’s girlfriend, had been invited to their celebration without hesitation. She was universally adored and Shorty often joked that she was the tenth member of the boat. Now she was seated on Don’s other side, watching their antics with a knowing smile. “Hey Don?”

He took another drink and leaned over. “Yeah?”

“It’s a beautiful night for a walk.”

He raised an eyebrow in confusion. “What do you…” He followed her gaze and realized she was looking very pointedly at Bobby. Oh. Sober Don might’ve panicked a little at the idea of getting Bobby alone at night but slightly buzzed Don? His body burned at the potential. He nodded. “Yeah it is.” 

Joyce patted his arm with a grin. “Joe and I will keep an eye on them. Go talk to him.” She winked. “Or kiss him, whatever you want.”

Don’s face got hot. “Thanks, Joyce.” He leaned over to Bobby who was about to open another beer. “Put that down, I wanna go on a walk.”

“Since when are you giving orders?” Bobby muttered through a barely concealed smile. 

“Robert.”

“Alright, alright. Yes, sir.” Bobby put down his drink and followed Don into the dark. 

They walked in silence for a few minutes until they reached the shell house and found a spot where they were hidden from view. Bobby smirked, leaning against the wall. “I feel like I’m being kidnapped. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to talk to you alone.” Don shoved his hands deep in his pockets and slowly took a step forward. He was shaking. If he opened this door, there was no turning back but for the first time in his life, his desire was winning the battle against his anxiety. “I like being alone with you.” 

Bobby looked surprised, almost as if he realized what was about to happen. “Donny?”

He took a few more steps until he was mere inches from Bobby, heart pounding in his chest. “I’ve been so scared. I don’t wanna be scared anymore. I want…” He took a deep breath. “I want to kiss you.”

Bobby gasped. “Are you… what? Are you sure?”

Slowly he reached out and planted one hand next to Bobby’s head, trapping him against the wall. With the other, he gently ran his thumb along Bobby’s jaw. “Y-Yeah.”

Bobby didn’t move, allowing Don full power over his decision. Instead he stared up at him in wonder, lips parted and eyes wide with want. His eyes, usually an icy blue, had darkened to that of a storm cloud or a raging sea. Bobby wanted him and Don wanted right back. 

Slowly, as if approaching a wild animal, Don leaned in until their noses touched. “Can I?”

 Bobby gently grabbed Don’s necklace. “You better.”

He was hesitant at first, his lips barely brushing Bobby’s. He’d never kissed anyone before and that was nerve wracking enough. The second kiss was better, more eager, their teeth clashing together as Bobby grabbed onto him. He’d never felt more alive in his life. 

Why they parted, Don didn’t know, and he was slow to open his eyes. Bobby looked back, cheeks red, the faintest smile on his face. “I think I might be in love with you, Donny.”

The sludge in Don’s head sloshed around and the words crawled their way into the unfilled cracks. The night air nipped at his skin before a wave of sobriety washed over him. He was jumping past all his milestones. Here, he hadn’t even known Bobby for six months and he was ready to give himself over body and soul. This was all too good to be true. He’d wake up in the morning and find himself right back at the beginning. 

“I…,” Don couldn’t speak. Prying himself from Bobby’s hold, Don began to back away. 

“Don?” Bobby’s voice was small and panicked.

Don’s heartbeat pounded in his ears. This wasn’t right. He wasn’t right. He’d been fooling himself this whole time. Thinking that he had been forgiven was a fool’s hope. The disappointed faces of his parents flashed in his mind. Sermons damning Don to eternal hell circled around him. Down, down he was being pulled and no one, not even Bobby could pull him free. 

The memory of Bobby’s kiss, of Don’s own greed, was piling up. All that had plagued him since his first day here rained down on him and nausea rose to Don’s mouth. He had to get away. Don started to run back to the dorms, Bobby shouted after him. He tried to follow, but Don didn’t stop. Not until his door slammed behind him and he threw the lock into place. It wasn’t long before there was pounding at his door, Bobby begging to be let in. 

Don squeezed his eyes shut, covered his ears. He was cursed, unredeemable. God and his angels were laughing at him and mocking his weakened soul. No matter what he did from here on out, Don would be forlorn for the remainder of his days. Rushing over to a garbage can, Don threw up the contents of his stomach. He slid down the wall, curling up his knees to his chest while tears spilled down his face. 

Hiccuping around shuddered breaths, Don wrapped his arms around himself, a blanket that did little to protect him from all that was attacking him. He could hear Bobby crying on the other side of the door and agony tore at his heart. All he had to do was let Bobby in, allow Bobby to reassure him with love and affection. But Don couldn’t do it.

In his drunken sorrow, Don was beginning to believe that Bobby deserved someone better than him. Time and time again Bobby was patient and understanding, giving Don every little bit of himself even amongst the harshness. Don had never returned what Bobby so graciously shared. Instead, he had been selfish, stubborn. Not even worth the friendship that had formed between them. 

When Don fell asleep he didn’t know, but the next thing he knew, he was being awoken to Joe shaking him roughly. “What happened?” 

Joe wasn’t yelling, but Don still winced, his head pounding. There was fury in Joe’s stare, yet there was also worry and compassion. Don’s eyes darted around their small room, his hands squeezing into fists. The keys in his right hand dug into his palm, the pain sending a shock to Don’s hazy mind. Shoving Joe away, Don burst from the room. There was only one place for him to go now. He didn’t care that he was a disheveled mess. All that mattered was the security of the church. 

Don burst through the doors, service already over and the church still, quiet. Sliding into his usual spot, Don held hands clasped in prayer close to his mouth. He repeated prayers, called to God. He was pleading with tears streaming down his face. His heart, his human desires, needed to be carved out of him and he would do whatever was asked to make it so. 

So fervently he prayed, promising the world, asking to be anyone but himself. He would devote all his days to the church, just so long as he didn’t feel this way. Lost in his storm, Don didn’t notice the presence sliding next to him and he jerked when an arm tried to wrap around his shoulder. 

“It’s just me, Don.”

Through his tears, Don stared back at the face of Roger. On instinct, his brows furrowed before he just shook his head and hid behind his hands. Roger was a friend, but they weren’t close. Their conversations were light, somewhat superficial. Of all people to come find him, Roger was the last person Don was expecting. There was a small comfort in this and maybe someone who didn’t know the details would help sort him out. “W-What are you-“

“Did you know I used to go to church?” Roger looked around the sanctuary, smiling as he looked at the stained glass window. “Grew up in it, just like you. Sometimes I still go.”

“What happened?” Don sniffled, leaning into Roger’s hug. 

“When I was in 10th grade, I found out I was gay. I had no interest in girls, but I was borderline obsessed with one of the boys in my class, a guy named Tyler. When my parents found out, well…” He shook his head. “That’s pretty much the reason that I live with my aunt.” 

“They kicked you out?” Don recoiled, once again imagining his parent’s disappointment. 

“It was for the best.” Roger shrugged. “I’m not trying to scare you, I’m really not, but I know what you’re going through. It took me two years and a college admissions letter to work up the courage to tell my family. Don, your parents’ job is to love you unconditionally. If you being gay ruins that, then that’s conditional love and you deserve better. God calls us to love everyone, even those that we don’t agree with. Everyone in our boat loves you Donny and we’ll be your family without hesitation, if you need us.” He stood and squeezed Don’s shoulder. “Bobby loves you too, but he also respects you. If you aren’t ready, he’s not going to push it. However,” Roger fixed Don with a determined look, “you guys need to talk and figure out what you both want.”

“Roger?” Don called as he left the pew. “Who is it? For you?”

Roger grinned. “Chuck.” 

Don sat in the church for almost an hour after Roger left, deep in thought. Roger was right, he did have a family with his team, but would he be okay if his parents and brother deserted him? He couldn’t imagine Dale turning his back, but his parents were another story. Memories of seeking their approval, trying to be the perfect son all came with a bitter edge. The one person who didn’t point out his flaws had been Dale. To this day, he stood up for Don like no one else. 

He might lose his parents, but he was sure of his brother’s love. Pulling out his phone, Don’s hands shook and he texted a quick message to his brother, begging him to not tell their parents the secret he was about to reveal. 

What’s wrong? Can I call you?

No. Don inhaled sharply and then typed out, I’m gay. 

The wait for a reply was torture but Don didn’t look away from his screen. The three dots played with his mind and then there was a wall of words.

Thank you for trusting me. You’re my brother always and I love you. Nothing could ever change that. I don’t know if Mom and Dad should know but if they do find out and kick you out, I’m moving to wherever you go. Are you safe?

The phone dropped from his hands and Don sobbed. He still had Dale, his wonderful, amazing little brother. When he had grown so mature, Don didn’t know, but tears of relief spilled down his face. The storm clouds were starting to break and Roger’s speech was surrounding him, reminding Don what joy he still had in his life. 

After reassuring Dale that he was going to be okay, Don looked up at the stained glass, wiping away the last of his tears. The sunlight burst through and he could feel the love of God, the comforting scriptures that reminded him he would not be abandoned.

A small laugh bubbled out of him and Don got up from the pew with one thought on his mind. He had to find Bobby. With this new energy, his running was no longer away from those who had opened their arms. Instead, Don wanted to see their grins, feel their hugs and light. He all but slammed into Bobby’s door and Don pounded with his fist, calling for Bobby.

“He’s not here,” Joe shot out from their room. “What the hell have you been doing?”

“Where is he?” Don ignored Joe’s question. 

He couldn’t stay still, even as Joe shot him a wary stare but at last Joe gave him an answer. 

“At the shell house.”

Don took off again, head buzzing. He hoped he wasn’t too late, prayed that Bobby would give him another chance. He skidded across grass and gravel until at last he reached the place where it all began. Slowing himself, Don whipped his head around for any sight of Bobby. Beyond a soft wind, the area was quiet and then Don saw him. 

Standing at the end of the dock, Bobby was facing the water. His usual proud stature was shrunken, shoulders hunched, arms wrapped around himself. 

Don’s steps on the dock were far from quiet but Bobby didn’t turn around. 

“Bobby,” Don called to him at last. 

Bobby’s head almost snapped to Don, before he caught himself and turned his head back. “What are you doing here?” Bobby’s voice was raw, grating and Don’s heart fell. 

How long had he cried for? Perhaps he was still crying now. Don paused, then took a deep breath in. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being scared. I’ve never felt this way and I didn’t expect it to be with a guy of all things,” Don swallowed, his mouth already drying up. “But I love you, Bobby. This—this is who I am now and I want to give us a try.”

Bobby shivered and Don stepped close. Their bodies were a breath apart, but Bobby still hadn’t turned around. 

“You expect me to believe you suddenly changed in a couple of hours?” Bobby scoffed. He wiped at his face and tucked his chin to his chest. 

Don hadn’t thought about it that way. Bobby wasn’t wrong. For Don to have flipped like a coin, it was even baffling to himself. But for the first time in his life, Don was sure of something beyond his faith. Slowly, Don lifted his hands and placed them on Bobby’s shoulders. Bobby tensed under his touch, though he did not pull away, giving Don his last bit of courage. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss under Bobby’s ear. His body was on fire, the soft skin was electric. Don couldn’t see anything else except Bobby in front of him and he wrapped his arms around Bobby’s waist. 

“Fucker,” Bobby grumbled before turning around in Don’s hold. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

His hands rose to Don’s chest, firm and curling at the fingertips. 

“What am I going to do with you?” Bobby whispered as he stood on his toes.

Bobby’s breath was hot on his mouth and Don swallowed. He could only shrug as his mind strayed to other, sidetracked thoughts. With a small laugh, Bobby closed the gap and their mouths crashed together. This was not like the kiss from the night before. Don did not hesitate to deepen the embrace, he held Bobby against him, intent to never let go. While Bobby still led, Don teased him along the way until their kiss ended with a shared sigh. 

“Damn,” Don breathed. 

Bobby was a sight, even with reddened eyes and unkempt hair. There were a few lines, creases on his face, ones that would deepen with the years. If Don was lucky, he’d get to run his fingers along them when age dotted his skin. 

“Something must’ve really knocked you in the head,” Bobby raised a brow, the corner of his mouth turned up . “You’re swearing like it’s nothing now.”

“Oh,” Don blushed, “I, uh…”

“Don’t force it,” Bobby grinned. “Though I have to admit hearing you swear is a bit of a turn on.”

Don laughed, then a memory sparked in his mind. “Wait, that day when Joe and I argued. You liked that?”

It was Bobby’s turn to be embarrassed, but he tried to brush it off. “I don’t know if “like” is the best word, but you were pretty hot,” Bobby shifted closer to whisper into Don’s ear, “Got me wondering what you’d do to me if I acted out.”

Heat boiled low in Don’s stomach and he stared at Bobby with wide eyes. He wanted so much, he wanted it all, but he hadn’t been with anyone. If he disappointed Bobby, Don wouldn’t know what to do with himself. 

“We’ll start slow,” Bobby reassured, sensing the fear in Don’s stare. His grin didn’t falter, almost turning devilish as he watched Don. “Oh, we’re going to have fun, Donny.” 

 A tingle ran along Don’s spine and he chewed on his lip. “Can we…now?”

Bobby’s eyes were about to pop out of his head, his mouth flapping open and closed like a fish. Don started to shake his head, apologize for jumping the gun, but then Bobby grabbed him by the wrist. Between kissing and running, the two stumbled back to the dorms, laughter following them the entire way. 

Bobby pushed Don against a wall, pulled him down into an open-mouthed kiss. Don shivered when their tongues laced together and his hands found their place on Bobby’s waist. The familiar click of a door opening gave Bobby pause and the two looked to see Joe looking out into the hallway. 

“Oh,” Joe blinked. “Well, uh,” he shuffled back into the room, grabbing his coat and backpack. “I’m headed to Joyce’s. Talk to you all later.” He gave the two a tight grin and rushed from the hallway. 

Bobby and Don waited until Joe’s figure disappeared around the corner before breaking down into breathy laughs. No doubt their phones would be blowing up soon. Time was of the essence and Bobby gave Don a smirk. 

“Mine or yours?”

The entire UW campus must’ve heard Bobby’s door slam shut behind them, but Don didn’t care. He can barely stand to move away from Bobby, much less stop kissing him. Kissing Bobby was a bit like being on the edge of a hurricane. Don knew he was being slowly sucked in by this great and raging thing intent on devouring him whole. He quickly decided that he didn’t mind being devoured. 

Bobby suddenly pulled back. “Hey… are you sure? Like one hundred percent sure?”

In response, Don pulled his t-shirt over his head and pulled Bobby into another searing kiss. “Oh my god.” Bobby mumbled against his lips, running his hands all over Don’s back and chest. 

“What?” Don asked innocently, nipping at Bobby’s bottom lip. 

“Just… you.” It felt like Bobby was creating constellations from the freckles on his shoulders, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of Don’s bare torso. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His gaze was hungry and focused, like he was planning the best way to make Don crumble with nothing but his mouth and his hands.

But he didn’t want to crumble. Don wanted to take his fucking time.

He tugged on Bobby’s shirt. “Take this off.” Bobby opened his mouth to reply, but Don cut him off with another messy kiss and tugged on the fabric again. “Take. It. Off.” 

Don had never spoken with such authority in his life. He didn’t know where exactly it was coming from but the surprised look on Bobby’s face as he removed his shirt filled him with excitement. He wanted Bobby to fall apart because of him, to pull out all those sinful noises that had plagued him for so long. To hear Bobby moan his name again. Fuck, he craved it. He just needed to figure out what Bobby liked. 

With a burst of courage, he tangled his fingers in Bobby’s hair and pulled just enough to tilt his head back. Bobby gasped, his fingernails digging into Don’s shoulders. “Oh fuck.”

He grinned and attached his lips to Bobby’s neck, licking and biting at the soft skin. Don knew that everyone would be able to see the purple bruises he was leaving on Bobby’s neck but he wanted them to see. Let everyone know that Bobby Moch belonged to him. “What do you want?” He murmured, nipping at Bobby’s collarbone. “Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

Bobby moaned, hips bucking into Don. “Christ, are you sure you’re a virgin?” He breathed into Don’s skin. “I want everything. Anything.”

Don’s mind swirled and he placed a firm kiss on Bobby’s neck before sinking to his knees. His hands trailed from Bobby’s chest, down to the silver scar on his stomach. He looked at Bobby, waiting for any sign of discomfort.  All he saw was intense love, Bobby holding his breath. Don touched the scar, felt along the healed edges, then he leaned in to kiss it. Bobby let out a sigh, a whispered swear, his hands tangling into Don’s hair. 

Unable to help himself, Don licked the scar, his hands kneaded along the waistband of Bobby's jeans. He traced the outline of Bobby’s cock before palming the bulge and a low moan hit his ears. Don glanced up at Bobby, time coming to a stop at the sight above him. 

Through hooded eyes, Bobby stared at Don, chewing on his lip. His hand came up to cup Don’s face and, as though he were receiving the gift of life itself, Don kissed Bobby’s palm. He revered the man before him, opened his mouth to accept his blessings. Bobby traced his fingers along Don’s mouth before pushing two in, a heady moan leaving him the moment Don started to suck. 

Closing his eyes, Don relished the weight on his tongue, he licked every inch of skin he could. A third finger prodded at his mouth and Don opened his mouth wider, bobbing his head as Bobby thrusted. Where this was coming from, he did not know. All Don could focus on was Bobby’s touch, how this felt right. He squeezed the hand on Bobby’s cock, grinning around the fingers when Bobby moaned. 

“Fuck, get on the bed,” Bobby pulled his fingers away and all but dragged Don to his feet. “I need you in me. Now.”

Before Don could do anything, Bobby worked his jeans open, ridding Don of all his clothes. Now fully exposed in front of Bobby, residual embarrassment crept up on Don and his face went red. Bobby stepped closer, his fingers dancing along Don’s stomach and sides. A hand lifted to trace the outline of the necklace, the cross that sat on Don’s chest. 

“You okay? You still want to do this?”

Exhaling through his nose, Don nodded, frantic. He wanted this so much, he was close to bursting. Bobby huffed with amusement, then he held Don’s face in his hands and brought him into a soft kiss. 

“Thank you,” Bobby breathed. “Thank you for trusting me.”

Don’s knees wobbled and he hurried onto the bed before he could collapse. Bobby just grinned, then got rid of his own jeans and briefs. Don swallowed, his eyes traveling up and down the length of Bobby. Against pale skin, his cock stood out, proud and red, a little smaller than Don’s own, but not by much. He wanted it in his mouth, in his hands, anywhere, and he reached out for Bobby. 

“I’m coming,” Bobby grinned, climbing onto the bed. 

He pushed Don back against the mattress, then settled on top of his thighs. Their cocks barely brushed, but it was enough to pull a groan out of Don. He grabbed onto Bobby’s legs, dug his nails into the soft flesh. 

“Yeah, you’re right, I better get prepped,” Bobby teased. 

He leaned over, opening a drawer on the nightstand, his hand digging around. His chest pressed against Don’s and he gave him a smirk before grinding his cock into Don’s hip. Don’s cock rutted against Bobby's thigh, the friction not enough and yet burning all the way down to his bones. Don threw his head back, a choked gasp leaving him. 

“Hey, don’t leave your body yet,” Bobby gave his face a couple of pats. “We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

Don’s mind short-circuited, heart skipping. Bobby was right, there was still so much to go, but Don wasn’t sure if he could last. 

“Eyes up, Don,” Bobby smirked. “Look at me.”

On instinct. Don did as Bobby asked. His hands began to knead Bobby’s thighs as Bobby opened a bottle and drizzled clear liquid over his fingers. 

“Lube,” Bobby explained and Don relaxed his tight expression. “Gonna make everything a lot easier.”

Bobby reached behind himself, lifting a little onto his knees to get leverage. Don could only watch, a mixture of awe and fear as Bobby worked a finger into himself. With the way he was wincing and panting, Don worried Bobby was hurting himself. He pushed up onto his elbows, let his hand ghost along Bobby’s side. 

“Always tight at first,” Bobby started, his voice strained. “Just gotta relax and then it starts to feel good.”

Don wasn’t convinced, but he nodded anyway. He held his breath as Bobby slid in a second finger, his stomach flipping when Bobby used his free hand to brace himself on Don’s chest. 

“Can I help?” Don asked. 

Bobby’s eyebrows shot up and a smile spread across his face. “Yeah? You wanna give it a try?”

Biting his lip, Don held out his hand. Pausing his own movements, Bobby grabbed the lube and squeezed it onto Don’s fingers. 

“Just one,” Bobby instructed as Don reached behind. “Feel where mine are. I’ll let you know when you can push in.”

Don’s body was on fire. His fingers brushed against Bobby’s ass, making Bobby jolt. Then, Don felt Bobby’s hand, his hole stretched around two fingers. He was starting to shake, his thoughts clouding over with lust. Swirling his finger around, Don felt along the rim, amazed at how Bobby could be stretched so wide. 

“Go ahead,” Bobby whispered. 

As slow as he could, Don pushed the tip of his finger inside. Bobby was hot, slick, but more than that, his hole was soft. Don wiggled his finger around, feeling how Bobby pulsed and clenched. 

“You—,” Bobby gasped as Don dragged his finger against him. “You can go faster.”

Don blinked, then he slid his finger in, further and further until it was all the way in. Bobby shook with a moan, his own fingers sliding against Don’s.

“I knew you’d feel good, fuck, your finger is perfect. God, I’m going to die when you open me up next time.”

Next time. Don was walking on air, reassured of Bobby’s love, the days ahead of them. He curled his finger and Bobby whined. 

“Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Don,” Bobby threw his head back. “Do that again.”

Don did as Bobby asked, of course he would, and he preened as Bobby cried out. 

“Shit, okay, okay,” Bobby breathed. 

He pulled his fingers out and then, much to Don’s chagrin, had Don pull his finger out too. 

“Don’t worry,” Bobby grinned, kissing the corner of Don’s frown. “We’re just changing positions.”

Before Don could ask, Bobby manhandled him, flipping their bodies around. Now, Bobby was on his back with Don knelt above him. Don had his hands braced on either side of Bobby’s head and his heart pounded in his chest. Perfect blue stared back at him, beckoning, coy, and Don couldn’t help himself. He tangled a hand in Bobby’s hair, crashed their mouths together. Bobby opened up easily to him and Don pulled at his hair. 

The moan filling his mouth was better than any prayer. Exaltation just meant for Don alone. Perhaps it was prideful to think of himself being worshiped, but with Bobby’s hands scrambling up his arms, his hips lifted off the bed, maybe Don could allow himself a little bit of holiness. 

He mouthed along Bobby’s jaw and neck, bit across his chest as he raked his hands down Bobby’s torso. Then, his hand took hold of Bobby’s cock and he gave it a sharp tug. Bobby gasped, writhed on the bed, his back arching. He spread his legs open and Don stared at the beauty before him. His fingers made a line from Bobby’s hip, dipping down between his legs, his thumb tugging at the puffed rim. 

“Please,” Bobby begged. “Don, please.”

He thrust the bottle of lube into Don’s hand, then paused. His lust-ridden eyes cleared for a moment and he was back to digging in the drawer. Don furrowed his brows, then his mouth formed an o when Bobby held up a condom with a proud smile.

“I mean, I’m clean, but this is your first time and you should know how to use these.”

Don didn’t protest as Bobby tore open the wrapper and pulled out the condom. Of course it was purple like their school colors and Don flushed, knowing he wouldn’t look at that shade the same way again. 

“It, um,” Bobby searched for the right words. “Let me just show you.”

Bobby sat up and scooted close to Don, draping his legs over Don’s bent ones. Once he was close enough, Bobby took hold of Don’s cock, gave it a gentle stroke. 

“Oh, f—,” Don bit back the swear word, old habits dying hard. 

“You’re gonna tear me in two,” Bobby spoke just above a whisper, his fist sliding up Don’s cock, a thumb swiping at the head. 

Don shuddered, his mind catching up and now curious just how indeed he was going to fit inside Bobby. He gripped onto Bobby’s knees, a tether keeping him upright, and then Bobby slid the condom down Don’s cock. Don closed his eyes, the familiar need building in his stomach. He couldn’t come yet though. He whined when Bobby’s hands left him only to find Bobby dragging him into a kiss.

When the kiss ended, Bobby’s eyes were dark, heated, and he laid back on the bed, opening his legs wider for Don. Don shivered as he lined himself up with Bobby. He had to be good, had to be confident, and he pushed the head of his cock into Bobby’s hole. Bobby bit down on his lip, a whimper caught in his throat. Don’s first instinct was to pull back, but Bobby's hand caught his wrist and he guided Don another inch. 

“Just—just a lot,” Bobby breathed. “You feel so damn good though, baby.”

Don couldn’t do anything but believe Bobby, entranced by his fluttering eyes, the hair matted against his sweat-slicked forehead. He held his breath, pushing into Bobby, the tight heat enveloping him. The walls squeezed him just right and Don choked as Bobby clenched. There was a little laugh and Don, in his haze, just smiled back. Don wanted to stay like this forever, a low groan leaving him when he finally filled Bobby to the hilt. 

“Fuck,” Bobby sobbed, head thrown back. 

His hands twisted in the sheets and his cock leaked onto his stomach. Don leaned down, licking away some of the pre-cum, the taste bitter on his tongue. Yet, it was sweet as honey, and Don needed more. He fell back over Bobby, fingers curling as Bobby wrapped his legs around his waist. 

“Go ahead, baby,” Bobby shifted his hips. “Take what’s yours.”

Don was about to burst into tears and he squeezed his eyes shut. Pulling back until just the tip of his cock was inside Bobby, Don then slammed back in, an animalistic sound clawing out of him. Bobby swore, the vein on his neck pulsing, his hands all but tearing the sheets apart. Don repeated the action and then, it was as if a switch flipped. Don thrust into Bobby, methodical, gauging all of Bobby’s gasps and moans. His hands had found their place on Don, scrambling up his arms, squeezing his shoulders tight. 

Leaning forward, Don placed his hands on either side of Bobby’s head, mouthing at his ear, kissing along his temple and the outline of his jaw. He breathed in all of Bobby’s being, only drawing back to look at the man sprawled out underneath him. Don’s breath caught in his throat, his hips stuttering

The cross, his cross, was draped in the center of Bobby’s chest, a holy image soaked in love and want. All of Don’s worlds were coming together, blending into one, a promise of a new beginning. Fighting back the sob that threatened to escape, Don picked up his pace, focused back on seeking his and Bobby’s pleasure. The necklace shifted with this abrupt change, almost hitting Bobby in the face. 

“Sorry,” Don panicked and paused his movements to tear the necklace off. 

“No!”

Don froze, his fingers touching the chain. Bobby seemed just as shocked by his outburst and he settled back against the pillow. 

“Keep it on. Please.”

Dropping his hand, Don nodded, then pushed deep into Bobby, grinding his hips against his ass. Bobby arched up, a pleasant hum leaving him and Don took that as his cue to start again. His pace was harsher, turning more and more frantic by the second. It was too good, overwhelming in all the right ways. Bobby couldn’t stop swearing, his hands touched every part of Don that they could. Between biting Bobby and pulling his hair, Don was lost in his own sea of pleasure, his hips snapping into Bobby. 

“Don, oh, god, Don,” Bobby cried out, forcing Don to open his eyes. 

He swam into the sparkling blue, the coil inside of him ready to break. There was nothing  else outside these four walls, no one besides Bobby. 

“Bobby,” Don breathed, his face hovering just above Bobby’s. 

With a whine, Bobby clenched around Don, his orgasm hitting him hard and fast. Don’s eyes went wide, unable to look away from the spurts of cum coating Bobby’s stomach. Bobby tightened around him, reminding Don of his own need, his thrusting turning into nothing more than using Bobby for his own pleasure. 

“That’s it,” Bobby encouraged, breathless. “Keep going, baby.”

Bobby’s cock leaked a few more drops, his skin was flushed and gleaming. He gazed at Don like he was sent from above and in this moment, Don was willing to let him believe it. He whimpered, his climax building, seizing. Just moments before Don came, Bobby grabbed his cross, pulled him down to slam their mouths together. Don cried, his orgasm wracking his body, and Bobby drank down his sobs, a communion of their souls. 

Don collapsed on top of Bobby, their kiss ending. He buried his face into the crook of Bobby’s neck, his tears wetting the smooth, untarnished skin. 

“Hey…hey,” Bobby soothed, fingers coming through Don’s hair. “Donny…,”

Don clung to Bobby for dear life, his heart so full, his brain a cluttered mess. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, but he wasn’t disgusted or horrified. He was in awe of the way that he felt, the way that Bobby made him feel. Bobby made him feel loved in a way he’d never felt loved before. “I’m okay, I’m okay.” He pressed featherlight kisses to Bobby’s shoulder. “I’m okay.”

Bobby ran a hand through Don’s hair. “You’re crying.”

“I know.” He smiled. “I just… I’m overwhelmed but it’s good, it’s so good.” He tightened his grip on Bobby and took a few deep breaths. “Holy shit.”

Bobby laughed and shook his head. “I think we’re a bad influence on you.” He pressed a kiss to Don’s temple. “We should probably clean ourselves up, c’mon.”

Throwing on discarded underwear and jeans, Bobby grabbed his towels and then ushered Don out into the hall. They snuck over to the showers, biting back laughter before squeezing into a stall together. The hot water eased the faint strain in Don’s muscles and he wiped his hair away from his face to look at Bobby. 

This was better than any dream. Bobby grinned at Don as he scrubbed himself down, then paused just long enough to give Don a peck on the lips. 

“Help a guy out?” Bobby teased, handing Don the shampoo bottle. 

With a smile, Don kissed Bobby on the forehead, then set to washing his hair. Bobby hummed when Don dug his nails into his scalp, leaned back into him until their bodies were flush together. Heart full, Don couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his arms around Bobby, kissed his shoulder.

Right now all that mattered was the man in front of him and Don soared with the knowledge that their story was just beginning. 

[clonerightsagenda]

His Dark Materials season 3 continues!

These were slightly less grueling although part of it might be that I had a task to work on while watching. I still get the sense that they dragged out every beat with a bunch of additional conversations whenever they could. Maybe that would be more welcome if I was watching this week by week as they were released rather than in a row.

Episode 5:

Oh thank god the mulefa do have their seedpod wheels, just not all the time.

I bet Mary wishes her degree was in botany, zoology, or anthropology, not theoretical physics.

We really speedrun the mulefa plotline in this. I wonder if it's difficult for show only people to follow? I naturally can fill in the gaps without thinking about it too much. The take that Eden is a savanna filled with rollerskating elephants remains bold.

They put Mrs. Coulter back into skirts... the monsters. Mrs. Coulter x pants is the real flagship of this tv show.

Will misgendered his daemon but then immediately switched to "her" when he talked about her being with Pan. Maybe the reminder that Pan is male tipped him off.

Going to the land of the dead and saying 'do you guys want to like. leave' remains a power move. Love a good harrowing of hell/afterlife breakout. The walls being piles of cast off objects from the living world is an interesting addition.

Roger: I've changed. My mom: I got a lot older. Me: It turns out if you die you can still go through puberty. It's part of our torture.

They cut the liar/Lyra bit with the harpies which is a shame. I guess they sort of used it earlier with the guard in the entry area of the land of the dead calling her a liar. Still all the harpies stuff is kind of out of order, with Gracious Wings saving her before they made their deal. Also instead of human heads the harpies look like they are part turtle.

Will and Lyra: languishing in hell Mary: hot girl summer

They sure dragged the bomb thing out. Honestly I don't hate it missing Lyra because the target locked too early, considering 'a ghost magically knows about the bomb and they defeat quantum entanglement by giving her a haircut' was kind of an ass pull. I also don't necessarily hate the rift being the angels retaliating, since it makes Metatron a more major player before his defeat and it makes the increasing loss of Dust a more direct part of the 'battle'. It does sort of undercut so much of the damage to the worlds being humans fucking shit up in the name of the Authority though. The angels in the book really don't do much, and I think that's by design. Also talking to you, Good Omens showrunners.

Episode 6:

Nooooooo not more voiceovers

Ruta lampshades it in the books but really how did Lord Asriel build his massive compound with foundries in like 2 months after crossing universes with nothing but the clothes on his back.

Asriel seeing a giant rift rip open between worlds: clearly this is about me

Mrs. Coulter: Our daughter is dead. Asriel: *read 4:16 pm*

Mrs. Coulter is like what they say about converts being the biggest zealots except she's converted to parenthood

Sergei got sucked into the rift? Ok so they racebent Ruta, made her clash with Serafina as the more violent/impulsive one, gave her the tension with Mrs. Coulter, and then killed her off even though she doesn't die (at least onscreen) in the books. Not a good look, guys!

Adding some Roger/Will active jealousy rather than Roger just sadly observing how close he and Lyra are now while Lyra doesn't even realize it. Suppose that's harder to do in video. But Will are you really gonna beef with a dead kid. Let him have this

Asriel and Iorek talking is show!original but I'll let it slide because it was satisfying to see someone finally hit Asriel

Will's dad finally (vaguely) drops the lore about the wrong world killing you, even if he didn't make it sound fatal in the same way. You guys couldn't have even had him dramatically coughing up a little blood in the last season? That's a classic

IDK why Will's dad got to explain what happens to ghosts while Lyra keeps saying she doesn't know. Babe you have the alethiometer

They didn't have Lee and Will's dad stick around to be a gay ghost warrior duo! I'm genuinely surprised considering how they went out of their way otherwise to give LMM more scenes.

Mrs. Coulter heart to heart with the golden monkey. Golden monkey sympathy arc has been THE most surprising adaptation change tbh. Not even joking about this

[maguro13-2]

Justice for All ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 2 Pt.3

[People Murmuring]

Salem Citizen A : Did anyone heard, what happened?

Salem Citizen B : There's something going on with the State of Nevada today!

Salem Citizen C : I can't get a word of what's happening right now! Is this something to bug me or something!

Kimial Diehl : I Wonder what are the fusses is about?

Ashley : I'm not sure. But what I do know, is that something's happening with the world of Soul Eater. Rumors to believe that Xenahort is putting the whole world of Soul Eater into it's nearing end, in with that in a moment, We just found out that this might be our chance that the kid named Crona escaped from that horrifying trio that enforced him throughout the years.

[SFX : Rumbling]

Kimial Diehl : Hey, Is it me or does the ground starting to shake?

Ashley : Huh? Hey, Kimial, get a load of that! [they see the Halberd flying over the city of Salem, which is descending to crash into the ocean] It's Meta Knight's ship!

Kimial Diehl : And why is it coming down?

[DBZ SFX : LOUD EXPLOSION]

Kimial Diehl : AHH!

Ashley : Ngh!

[PEOPLE YELLING IN FEAR]

Kimial Diehl : Hey! What happened!? The Halberd! I-It crashed into the sea!

Ashley : It crashed landed! Why the hell did Meta Knight's ship get blown up into the sea?

[Event : Strain - Kenichi Tokoi]

Kimial Diehl : I don't know what's going on? But something tells me that no one aboard the ship is okay with everyone, but i didn't think it exploded on it's own, it was only loosing altitude. Who would go an blow up a giant ship like that?

[DBZ SFX : Wall Hit/Crash]

Ashley : Woah! Was that a meteor just now!?

Kimial Diehl : I don't think a meteor crashed into the woods. But we gotta investigate the cause from the explosion of Meta Knight's ship. Come! Follow me!

[cuts to the two flying on their brooms]

Ashley : So, after Crona was defeated on the ship, something from the halberd must've crashed landed in the woods, we gotta find out check if there's any signs of life in the woods. Well, according to this device, there should be civilians or escaped prisoners that crashed landed in the Massachusetts woods, it's hardly to recommend, that our forces will look forward to stopping the enemy raid. Now then, if we could get the coordinates set, we should...

Kimial Diehl : [notices something] Hey, Ash. Not to mention for a late BBQ for the vacation we planned, but should the woods be on fire like that?

Ashley : Huh? [discovers the woods that is set on fire] What the-?! Oh sh*t! The entire woods is on fire!

[S.E.E.D - Kenichi Tokoi, Masamichi Amano]

Kimial Diehl : I don't like the sounds of this, but this is literally going to mess up the entire state. Here, put this on! [gives Ashley a firefighter gas mask and she puts it on as well as ashley] Time to find out what's been cooking in the woods.

Ashley : Roger!

[cuts to Kaguya (the Clown) battles against Jacqueline]

Kaguya : Come on, you worthless fire demon! Is that the best you can do!? Come on! I'm just warming up!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Can't say how much you pulled everything our of your tracks! It's best that you a pyrokinectic demon has no superior to my flammin' hot style!

Kaguya : I'm just lucky that you should be worrying that anyone tells you should not to play with fire! Haaaaah! [Jacqueline avoids her attack]

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Best of 3?

Kaguya : You betcha!

[BLAZING - Jun Senoue]

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : So, I heard that the Grandson of the devil, Asura Kusakabe, created you as a demon or a Clown that I'd like to make you a heartless too?

Kaguya : So what? That's not gonna bother me to handle that question, how bout it? So you're willing to give up like a sly dog, or you'll be out of breath in your style! I heard that you like pyrokinesis too? Well, here's the fact. In the Ohkubo verse, the world of Soul Eater was originally a world full of pyrokinetics, the ability that humans have to control the fire as superpowers. I was once a human being in the old world of Shinra before Asura created me.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : You, a human being? you used to live in the Old World of Shinra? What an intriguing question. Not as smart as ever! Guess what, I happened to be a Pyrokinetic you know. We got the same skills, the same abilities, and do you know what it's like to live in "his" world before the world of Soul Eater was created by him?

Kaguya : Persistent, It's like that in the Ohkuboverse before it's chronological order comes to an end, the end that Soul World would eventually be consumed by the darkness itself, just like what Master Xenahort told.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Master Xenahort? He told you that the world of Soul Eater will end by being consumed by the darkness? What does he mean by that?

[THUNDER BOOM+Rain Pattering heavily]

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Huh? What? Hey, was it just raining by now? I don't feel like it's raining.

Kaguya : [suddenly, her hair color changes to light blue] Oh no! Not again! [An energy shot attacks at her directly, knocking her out]

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Just for the sake of it, I wonder why did it started to rain all of a sudden?

Kimial Diehl : Jacqueline! Jacqueline, over here!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : [gaps] Kimial! [turns and sees Kimial and Ashley on their broom while Ashley is using her wand to cast a rain spell]

Ashley : I can use any type of magic I wanna use. This rain spell should be in good use of putting out this fire.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Ah, the dectective. It's been a warm welcome since Kimial knows about you. [the two lands] You must be Ashley, I'm your partner's girlfriend, Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre. [shakes hands with Ashley]

Ashley : Are you hurt or anything?

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Nope! Not at all! [looks around to see the woods burnt] Can't say how much it costs this to rejuvenate the woods, but a science project would definitely get a reforestation idea.

Ashley : So, was that you fighting in the woods with fire? You know that you should know better than not to play with fire in the woods. It's too dangerous and it nearly costs every single life.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Yeah, that was kind of something when I was battling this "naked" woman over here after she crashed landed here in the woods.

Kimial Diehl : "That woman"? A naked woman? Where do you find a woman naked in the woods...Hmmm? This strange woman...it's so rare to find a naked woman in the woods, but there's some kind of clue to tell me who is this person? [checks on Kaguya's body to figure it out, she then gasped in shock after she sees Kishin markings on her body] Hey, those markings! What are those on her body?! These symbols, are those the eyes of Demon Vibe that Penny mentioned? That's what led Shinra to create the world of Soul Eater, the markings on her body would be so mysteriously having a clue. [thinking] Hmmm...

~ Seventeenth Scene : Phoenix Rose From the Ashes ~

[parkerbombshell]

Rules Free Radio March 12

Tuesdays 2pm - 5pm  EST Rules Free Radio With Steve  Caplan bombshellradio.com On this session of Rules Free Radio with Steve Caplan, we’re going to hear some new and recent music by The Campbell Apartment, Tall Poppy Syndrome, Shufflepuck, Smack Champion, The James Clarke Institute, The Bevis Frond, Coco, The Cleaners From Venus, Daniel Romano, Van Duren, The Pheromoans, Cat Cork, Loving, Modern English, Hurray For The Riff Raff, and a few others. Currents to classics by The Garment District, Electric Light Orchestra, Roger McGuinn with Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers, The Laughing Dogs, Teenage Fanclub,The Kinks, The Royalettes, The Flamin’ Groovies, Marvin Gaye, Bubble Puppy, Joan Osborne, Neil Young, The Doors, A Perfect Circle, Patti Smith and more. Tall Poppy Syndrome - This Time Tomorrow Electric Light Orchestra - Do Ya Teenage Fanclub - Falling Into The Sun Jenny Owens Youngs - Knife Went In The Garment District - A Street Called Finland Shufflepuck - Where The Hell Is She Smack Champion - Crying Over You The Campbell Apartment - When I Fall The Laughing Dogs -  What Ya Doin' It For The Flamin' Groovies - Absolutely Sweet Marie The Kinks - See My Friends The James Clark Institute Phantom Girl Big Star - When My Baby's Beside Me Van Duren - Her Name Comes Up Lisa Mychols - Looking at the Sun Coco - Mythological Man The Cleaners From Venus - The Beautiful Stoned Roger McGuinn w/ Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - King of the Hill The Bevis Frond - Maybe We Got It Wrong The Beatles - Paperback Writer Liam Gallagher & John Squire - I'm So Bored Elvis Costello - Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution) Daniel Romano - Where’s Paradise Bubble Puppy - Hot Smoke & Sassafrass Sendelica - Journey To The Center Of The Mind Patti Smith - 25th Floor High On Rebellion The Doors - Not To Touch The Earth Modern English - Out to Lunch The Pheromoans - It's a Little Bit Different Hurray For The Riff Raff - The World Is Dangerous Neil Young - Only Love Can Break Your Heart The Royalettes - It's Gonna Take A Miracle Marvin Gaye - Distant Lover October London - Do What You Do Norman Connors - The Creator Has a Master Plan Joan Osborne - Why Can't We Live Together Jeremiah Chiu - Transparent Spheres Siouxsie & the Banshees - Strange Fruit Cat Cork - Miracle A Perfect Circle - Fiddle and the Drum Loving - Gift Todd Rundgren - Wailing Wall Aoife O'Donovan - Town of Mercy Read the full article

[smidnite]

@illogicalkat no kittens yet, but good grief, Cardamom is ROUND.

@winterspiderpurrs I see your addition, and raise you this!

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Eddie Brock had already been on a red eye flight to New York from California to do some in depth investigation on OsCorp when, with an hour left before landing, he got an email from his editor about a story change, concerning one Tony Stark. An email that needed to be a phone discussion, but NOT where the walls had ears.

Nearly three hours later, shortly after 9am but feeling like 4am with the time difference, he was on a bench in Central Park, the remnants of two hot dogs, a bag of popcorn, and a Coke next to him, while he worked on a candy bar.

"And your source is good?"

His editor had a buddy who lived in Manhattan, who really did nothing more than keep an ear out for celebrity gossip. Which, to be fair, was why he'd been on the way to begin with. He couldn't shake the idea that there was a two-faced nature with the Osbornes, and Eddie was inclined to agree. For all that he had his own personal monsters, there just seemed to be something UGLY hiding behind their carefully curated smiles.

"Seems pretty damning to me. Even had Stark showing up to an address in New York. His plates got flagged at the toll station."

"And they said that Potts couldn't get into the building?"

"Oh yeah. Had a FIT in front of the doors too."

Tony Stark was a notorious Manhattan boy. The only reason he's not in Manhattan is because he's gone to the Malibu branch of SI. Or the branch in Japan. Or racing in Monaco, before visiting his mother's family in Italy.

(He's an INVESTIGATIVE journalist, and all of that information was a matter of public record.)

Slumming it in BROOKLYN of all places--well, slumming it for Tony Stark, at any rate. It was unprecedented. Beyond unusual. Which meant there was a fascinating reason. And Stark's CEO, Virginia Potts, unable to access the castle of her kingdom, fighting off the security guards with a wildness worthy of a Jerry Springer episode?

Oh, there was a STORY.

"And if I recall correctly, some big names had just started talking about getting invites to the Stark-Potts wedding. And then THIS shit happens. Juicy as HELL."

"So we gonna run it as Trouble in Paradise?"

"Not quite yet. See what you can find out about that address where he was pinged. Gotta hunch that it's connected to Potts screaming her head off. I don't think I've seen her this rattled since that wreck Stark was in about 14 or 15 years ago, in Vegas."

*****

After checking in at a hotel and getting a few hours of shut-eye, Eddie cracked open his laptop and set to work, pulling up the YellowPages site--he paid PREMIUM, dammit--and typing in the various addresses of the houses that Stark could have visited, hoping to narrow it down. From where he'd been parked, there were four brownstones Eddie needed to pull information on, going through the list of previous and current occupants, and going through their background information.

It was a tedious process, but one that Eddie ultimately found rewarding.

Five hours later, Eddie struck GOLD. One brownstone, completely owned by one James Buchanan Barnes, Alpha, and occupied by Steven Grant Rogers, Alpha, Peter Benjamin Parker, Omega, and one Harley Edwin Anthony Parker, undesignated.

This wouldn't have been anything of note, except Peter Benjamin Parker had been registered to the same rehab facility Stark had been in, a decade and a half ago, right before Vegas.

He looked at the name behind the undesignated line, before typing the name in a search bar. The two middle names were left out, but "Harley Parker" was already making a name for himself at his STEM school.

The desk chair creaked a bit as Eddie sat back, contemplating. While possible, it's incredibly unlikely that Tony Stark would keep such a remarkable kid under wraps. And even if he'd tried, at some point, word would've got out. You can't hold kids back from social media, after all.

Stark may have JUST found out about the existence of this kid. And the one person who may have known about the kid was his CEO.

GodDAMN.

Virginia Potts being "rattled" didn't even come CLOSE to what she was possibly in for.

He reached for his cellphone and made the call.

"Boss, you are never gonna believe what I just found."

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I lied to myself and typed this up before showering. I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF.

The post was getting a little long BUT @illogicalkat and @smidnite are so amazing for this!

Previous posts from the last addition done here:

And cause I loved it.... imma add a little more :D

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Steve went to get Sarah; his mom on the phone. She was always a voice of reason with him. He was hopefully she could shed some positive light in this situation.

"-That child has known you practically his whole life. You're his papa. Doesn’t matter what some... DNA test says A leanbh. " her Irish accent became more prominent, the more she talked.

" But a man has a right to his child. I know it's going to be hard. And poor Peter! Having to face that man again! I woulda hit him!"

Steve coughed a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

" Well, uuhh.. no problem there."

" Steve Grant Rogers Barnes! That temper of yours is always getting you in trouble!"

" Ma!"

" Could be making the situation worse."

" I know, Ma, I know..."

Steve could hear her sigh on the other side of the phone.

" Well. Was it at least a good hit?"

Steve laughs and moves back toward the dining room where Peter and Matt are still at.

" Yeah, it was a -"

Clatter.

The phone slipped from Steve's hand as he stared at Peter.

~

While Steve had wondered off to speak to him mom, Bucky had gone back up stares to check on Harley and May after seeing that Tony had gotten in the car and was a long ways away from the house.

Peter gathered up the paper they had, scanning it over to Matt's office for him so he could review it again in Braille once he got it to his special machine.

" I uuhh... have another question since it's just us."

" Of course. What is it?"

Matt tilted his head toward Peter, sensing that he was nervous again.

" I umm read before that you cannot uhh get divorced if your... pregnant?"

Matt blinks.

" Oh,"

Peter nervously gathers the papers and puts the extra copies in Matt's briefcase for him.

" It's not his. Obviously, but umm, I just wanted to be sure."

Matt smiles and shakes his head.

" You're fine. The state of New York lets you. And as he has no rights to you anymore... you're safe. Congratulations."

Peter smiled in relief and pressed a hand to his stomach. Laughing a little.

" Yeah... I just found out last week. Was gonna wait a few more weeks. Before saying anything to Steve and Bucky. This one definitely was an oops surprise pregnancy."

Clatter.

Peter and Matt turn toward the door to see Steve standing there staring. Cell phone on the floor.

" You're pregnant?!?"

Meanwhile, upstairs, Harley is pacing his room. Why would THE Tony Stark be here? Was it for Dads metal arm that Mom helped create? Was it the scholarship program his school had?

Was he coming to expand his art collection with one of Papa's paintings? Mom had gone back to school and gotten his degree and had written a couple of papers. But would that be enough to get Tony Stark's attention?

He looks at the magazines cut out he had of Tony Stark from a few years ago when he was on the cover of Time magazine. Dad had bought it for him while they were in line at the store. He frowns a little. Now recalling the wide-eyed stare his Mom had when he came into the room and saw it the first time. He seemed oddly nervous when he asked where that came from and why he had it.

The look on Tony Stark's face downstairs, he seemed scared, nervous, and hopeful?

He pulled his laptop up and hesitated a moment. Then he started typing away.

' Young Tony Stark photos'

The more he looked, the bigger the pit in his stomach grew.

He felt like he was going to throw up.

Across town, Tony was once again looking through the paperwork and looked at the copy of the birth certificate.

Father spot was blank on it.

But when he saw the name on the certificate, he rushed towards the trash can and threw up. It all just became too much. Everything that he was robbed of. And how much at least at the time of Harley birth that Peter obviously cared for him deeply.

Harley Edwin Anthony Parker.

[iloveinej]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Category: just fluff

Warnings: none.

Summary: (Name) has had a long mission with Steve, and then finally being allowed to sleep, she realized two things. One, the room seemed to be colder than a freezer. Two, it's only one bed.

A\N: I wrote this in the middle of the night, so I hope that it isn't to shaggy. Please write your criticisms in the coments so that i can know how i did.

(I swear to God, finding a good picture on Pinterest for this dude is hell)

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When scalding hot water touched her skin, she declared herself to officially be in heaven. The stale muscles began to slowly soften and the warm water turned dirty of how much grime had been stuck on her body. It was unusual for her to let it get this far without showering, but the mission that she and Steve Rogers had been entrusted had gone completely haywire, ending up postponing their return to the tower by four days.

That was why the shower wasn't her own. It belonged to a small, simple, pallid hotel that Steve had found outside of North Vancouver, Canada. Both her and Steve had agreed to leave for home tomorrow instead since neither of them trusted each other to have the mental strength and stability to drive a car.

(name) knew that some or later she would have to step out of the humid and hot shower, and face the maladroit situation on the other side of the white door. The maladroit situation being the doubled-sized bed that was so efficiently placed on the wall. And a doubled-size bed didn't look so doubled-sized with Captain America laying in it.

Also, the way that the warm water enveloped her raw, chill body comforted her, so naturally she wished to go to sleep in that warmth for the night.

Though it didn't seem like a good plan in case Steve would wake up the next morning to a dead, but warm body in the gray tiled shower. So she turned off the shower and gripped one of the hotel's towels on the other side. Wiping her feat first, she stepped out and began the process of drying herself, brushing her fuzzy-feeling teeth, dressing, and trudging out of the steaming bathroom.

She was unpleasantly taken back when she felt chill air start to creep inside her clothes and realized that it was as cold inside the room as it was outside the old, curtainless window. But it wasn't anything that she could change about it so she only continued to track down in the small, dark hall that the bathroom was connected to. There was a wall that broke the room up in twos, but no door, only a big opening in the wall.

As quietly as possible, she navigated into the sleeping area, where the lights were already of. She saw Steves's suit hanging lazily over a chair with his helmet sitting on the cushion, and she came to remember that her own was thrown on the floor of the bathroom. But the feeling of being too tired to care, and also her toes going numb made her turn to the bed. Only to see Steve already pleasantly asleep with his body covered in the duvets and soft snores coming from his nose.

(Name) didn't have to hold back the adoring smile with Steve already sleeping. She didn't have to obtain the veneer of the profession to hide the love that she held in the most secret place of her heart.

Carefully, she sat down in bed beginning to slip under her part of the duvet.

Her head fell against the headboard, and she let herself bask in the feeling of calm. There was no need to check under the bed for people, no need to search for cameras or hidden windows in the mirror. No anxiety troubled her, making her nauseous and unable to sleep. She was never courageous enough to disturb Steve with her troubles since she was well aware that he needed his rest as much as she did.

But she didn't feel that stress tonight.

She slowly slipped completely under the covers, and let herself get lost in thoughts. It was almost exciting to have such a pretty human being curled up at her side. And it was comforting to know he would always be there to protect her, even if it wasn't because of the romantic love. She hoped that he felt the same comfort with her.

"Goodnight Steve". She whispered, and let her fingertips glide loosely on the side of his face, before closing her own eyes, knowing that Steve was right there with her.

Not knowing about the small shy smile that was present on his face as she let herself fall asleep.

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Cold. That was all she could decipher. Cold, and maybe ice? Her toes surely felt like they'd gone to ice. Never in her life had she been feezing as much as now. She pulled the sheets closer around herself and tried to crawl up into a small ball in an attempt to keep the warmth in and cold out. But her tries were useless and she began to feel jealous of the warmth that Steve was blessed with just because he was a big, strong soldier with super strength.

The big, strong soldier that probably radiated with body heat if you would get close enough.

She felt helpless and therefore decided to test her theory about radiating body heat. Her body was genuinely one millimeter away from ending up on the floor, and her back was against Steve so she had no interpretation of how close he was. But she slowly started to squirm backward, and she didn't get far before she felt two things. One is a faint feeling of warmth. Two, her waist accidentally laying itself over a hand. She froze and held her breath, but Steve seemed to be sleeping as peacefully as he did before. Deciding to take another approach, she turned her body to the other way, making her back face the window instead of Steve. But ended up with her eyes wide open and facing his bare chest.

She dared to look up at his face, and her mouth opened lightly with a breath of air at the angel face that she saw. A dawning realization set itself in the room, a realization that this passion for the captain could become a problem in the future. But not at the moment.

Carefully, she maneuvered his hand closer to his own body so that she could get the space that she needed to wiggle just a little bit closer to the hot man. But to her horror, Steve moved. His head twitched, and then he started to move the arm that she previously pushed around. She couldn't move, so she just laid there in complete horror, with a sound stuck in her throat. And then from nowhere, the arm snaked around her waist and up over her back, sending warmth sizzling over her skin.

He took a steady grip around her, and effectively pulled her into his bare, smooth chest.

She didn't breathe, didn't move, did nothing as she lay there.

"You could've just asked sweetheart," Steve mumbled sleepily, his word coming out in a mush since his face was squeezed into his pillow. (Name) swallowed, hard.

"Just didn't want to wake you up. It was cold." She said, feeling warmth rise her neck.

An amused scoff sounded from Steve, and she felt embarrassment travel up her face.

"Wrap your arms around my waist," Steve said. She felt obliged to as told since she woke him up, and let her hands travel at the expense of Steve's waist. A deep breath left Steve's lips, and she let herself smile. Slowly, Steve unlocked his arm from her waist, and slowly started to gather her in his big arms.

He hugged her closer to him with the new grip that he had, and he felt her melt into his chest, effectively waking up the butterflies in his chest.

"Go to sleep now, you deserve it."

And with that, (name) couldn't physically keep her mind awake anymore, letting go of the need to cry because of physical from Steve.

And right after she was out, so was he.

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Should I open my requests an stuff maybe?

Thanks for reading btw;).

[sitp-recs]

Hi (waves excitedly!!!!) do you have any recs where draco's characterisation is basically just "my life's mission to harass harry potter is back on track." Like he is just living his life being chaotic and also embraces muggle things yk

Hi there! Such good food, love me me a chaotic Draco driving Harry up the wall Harry haha peak dynamics! I hope you enjoy these:

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The Antique Bed Frame by lazywonderland (E, 5.4k)

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The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by Cibee (T, 19k)

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[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 43 – ENEMIES TO LOVERS

Perfect Match by BladeoftheNebula

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 9,011 Tags: Office AU, A/B/O, Arranged Marriage

Summary: All Steve wants to do is get through his omega work placement and get out. Too bad Tony Stark, the alpha son of the CEO, is such a dick.

Reasons why I love it: Two workaholics walk into an office... I love this fic so much! Steve struggling to fight for his place on the alpha team is mildly infuriating in the best kind of way, made even better when Tony finally figures out how wrong he was about Steve. And I absolutely love the ending, it's sweet and spicy, exactly how I like it. Definitely check this one out, because it's fantastic!

maybe they are by Areiton

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,415 Tags: College AU, Established Relationship, Professors Steve and Tony

Summary: “Maybe they fucked and Stark broke his heart,” Teddy says, watching Stark standing next to a table full of grad students, talking animatedly, waving his coffee as Rogers dodged by, giving him a dirty look. Or: That professors fic I've been promising to write.

Reasons why I love it: This is such a fun AU! I love all the students speculating about Steve and Tony, their characterizations are perfect. And I especially love those last few paragraphs with Riri's introspection about what she's found out about them. This fic is lovely, and you should definitely read it!

Love in the Dark by mombasas

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 6,916 Tags: Neighbor AU, Sleep Deprivation, Competitive Streak

Summary: The guy who lives in the apartment next to Steve's is a nocturnal sex addict with a complete lack of volume control, and Steve's not going to take that lying down. Or, well. (Neighbors-with-a-shared-bedroom-wall AU in which Steve and Tony get into a not-so-passive passive-aggressive sex war, despite never having actually met.)

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, how is this so hilarious and hot as hell at the same time? I love how both Steve and Tony are such human disasters that instead of going the rational route and talking things out, they get caught up in this competition. It's amazing and only made more so by the writing, which is fantastic. Definitely check this one out, I love it so much!

To Dwell on Dreams by fandomfrolics

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 12,178 Tags: Modern Setting, Dreamsharing, Hate Sex

Summary: A series of increasingly vivid dreams prompt Tony Stark to move back to New York City after ten years, much to the excitement of the press. Steve Rogers, ex-soldier and popular political cartoonist, is not quite as thrilled. After he publishes an unflattering cartoon of the reclusive billionaire, he's granted exclusive access to do an in-depth piece on the person nobody's heard from in the last ten years.

Reasons why I love it: The contrast between the waking world and their shared dreamscape is so good! A secret identity can truly work wonders, ey? I love how they slowly but surely grow closer as Steve figures out who Tony really is, and I especially enjoyed the dialogue in the elevator. Defintely check this one out if you haven't yet, it's wonderful!

You Take My Breath Away by jellybeanforest

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 8,652 Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Hate Sex, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Tony had watched his mother wither away from the flowers growing in her lungs. Though he is uncertain whether Howard was the reason, he never forgave him for prioritizing the search for Captain America over his mother’s life. He vowed never to fall to the same illness, to never take even a passing interest in his father’s all-consuming obsession. He fails on both accounts.

Reasons why I love it: I've always loved Hanahaki fics, and this one is a fantastic version of the trope. It's heartbreaking to see how hard Steve is trying to get closer to Tony while Tony is utterly convinced that his only chance of survival is to eradicate all love between them. The angst is amazing, the resolution is almost funny with how passive-aggressive they both are, and I love the hopeful ending. This fic is great, and you should definitely read it!

[sweeterthanthis]

heyy!! I'm sending you creative energy!!! AND positive vibes!! I do have a thought: Getting into a heated argument with Andy or Steve. You raise your arm to slap him but he catches your wrist. He backs you up against a wall and lean down to your ear. In a low husky voice he whispers “wanna try that again, sweetheart?”

Pushing Your Luck

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: Captain Perfect and his high and mighty attitude have you at the end of your tether.

Warnings: Mild violence, sassy steve, smut(?), two people who 'hate' each other but secretly wanna rut like bunnies, a little humiliation, a little captain kink, breath play, thigh grinding, Steve's mouth running merry hell. 18+.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Steve Rogers can beat this pussy up anytime. Thanks to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for looking this through 💕

Everybody loved Steve Rogers. Mr Red, White and Blue himself. It wasn't often that anybody dared to question the words that came out of his mouth, but your disdain for his authority had you testing him at every turn.

"You know, sometimes I wonder how the hell you managed to make it as part of this team," he spits at you, arms folded across his broad chest, the material of his shirt stretched across his biceps. "Teamwork. Have you ever heard of it?"

"Me?" You scoff, taking a step closer to him, your hands balled into fists by your side, body trembling with rage. You hated the way he talked to you, hated how he disregarded your opinions, hated him. "Take your head out of your ass, Rogers. I'm good at my job. I can handle myself. Saved your ass more than once, if memory serves."

The tension in the air is palpable, and you've never met a man that can extract such rage from you with a simple condescending furrow of his brow. Steve's jaw twitches, and you can't help but feel a rush of satisfaction that you've hit a nerve.

"And I'll tell you somethin' else for free," you rant, blood thumping in your ears and frustration bubbling in your belly, "if I'm so useless, if I'm so fuckin' shitty at my job, why the hell am I even still in this building? You need me. Your ego won't let you admit it, but you do. You all do. Maybe I oughta find another use for my talents, huh? My next boss can't be any worse than you, that's for sure."

You flinch a little when he takes a long stride towards you, your shoulders shaking and giving away the tension in your bones; but you don't back away. Instead, you keep your furious gaze fixed on his face, puffing out your chest a little, his form towering over you. You'd never admit that having him so close made your thighs clench together, that arguing with him like this riled you up to the point of insanity.

"Go ahead," he grits out, cocking his head to the side and chewing on the inside of his cheek, appearing torn between the words lingering on his tongue and the thoughts swirling in his mind. "If you call being reckless and putting everyone else in danger a talent. You've been pushing your luck here long enough. If you ask nicely, I might even give you a good reference."

You can't hold yourself back any longer, the smirk painted on his lips forcing your hand. Literally. Your palm is inches from his cheek when you hiss in discomfort, his fingers digging into your wrist and a hot, heavy breath fanning your face as he looms over you; guiding you carelessly backwards, your spine bumping against the wooden bookshelf.

You try to pull yourself from his grasp, but it only tightens when you do - and for a moment, you think he might kiss you, his cheek a hairs breadth from your own when he leans down to whisper in your ear smugly. "Wanna try that again, Sweetheart?"

God, you hated him. But the look on his face when your free hand collides with his cheek?

Oh, you love that. Yeah. Weren't expecting that, were you asshole?

The air is silent, and the only thing you can focus on is the way Steve's breaths warm your face, the rage behind his eyes. Rage that could almost be mistaken for...passion?

Still, he doesn't let you go; his hulking body caging you in against the bookshelf behind you. The mood in the air shifts, your eyes popping open the moment you feel a certain stiffness protruding against your hip.

Suddenly, it felt like you had all the control.

"Oh," you hum with a salacious smirk, reaching up on your tiptoes to get a little closer. "You like this, don't you? Is this what gets you off, Rogers? Like a little rough and tumble, huh?"

You're trying to get a rise out of him, find yourself wanting him to lose control, to manhandle you and toss you around like you're weightless. He's so close. So close to giving in, but you can tell he doesn't want to.

"Captain," you purr, tutting and arching your back, your chest brushing against his torso, nipples poking through the thin fabric of your tank top. "Well, this is a surprise. Mr Practically Perfect likes it rough. That's hot."

Steve's hands are shaking, his grip on your wrist loosening with every teasing word you speak, your own fingers reaching down to brush against the solid bulge in his tactical pants. His baby blue's meet your gaze, and you can tell you've got him. Hell, you didn't even know you wanted him. But now you've got him? You've never wanted anything more.

"C'mon tough guy," you goad him, your nose grazing his chin and your breath beating down against his bobbing Adams apple. "Take out some'a that frustration. I can take it. You know I can."

The air rushes from your lungs when his hand wraps around your throat, your head tilted back, body shoved carelessly against the wood. He looks at you like you're prey. Like you're something he could just eat right up. And oh, how you wish he would.

"Got a smart ass mouth for someone who's panties are soaked riiight through, don't ya?" Steve chuckles darkly, knuckles brushing against the swell of your chest, fingertips toying with the neckline of your top. You open your mouth to deny it, but there's no use. He knows. Knows the second he wedges his thick thigh between your own, the way your hips automatically grind against him, seeking that delicious friction - your body betraying you and giving you away completely.

You're dumbfounded, speechless and barely able to gather oxygen when his grip tightens around your throat - your cunt on fire and your panties plastered uncomfortably against the drooling slick oozing from your core. "Let's see if we can't beat some obedience into that pussy, hmm?"

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