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That's my good girl
paring: dom! Steven Grant x sub! fem! reader
genre: smut
a/n:
Daddy Steven is 🥵
This is short and I like it that way
warnings: cockwarming, daddy kink, consensual, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, dom/sub dynamic, overstimulation.
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"Steven" you let out a whine, nonchalantly leaned against his desk, ignoring the book he was reading.
"No" he said in a calm voice, not even looking up to see your face. His firm, commanding 'no' turned you on even more, amping up the 'forbidden until I tell you so' aspect.
He was too engrossed in his favourite book.
You were desperate and needed him.
Soon, he pulled you on his lap, making you straddle him. He hiked your skirt up, his fingers teasingly caressing the flesh of your thighs. He opened up his pants zipper, pulled his boxers down, giving you just enough access to warm his cock and went back to reading as if he is doing the most casual thing in the world.
Daddy, pay attention to me.
You cried out in desparation, moving your hips into him. He stilled your hips by gripping your waist, forcing you not to thrust. "What did I say, darling?" he grabbed you by your chin, forcing you to look at his eyes. His eyes were calm, calculating and teasing. He is enjoying this.
You were only allowed to sit on his cock, that's it. Not allowed to move your hips or touch his pretty cock. And you broke the rules.
As your punishment, he pulled out of you, making you groan at the lack of touch. His fingers found your folds, teasing them, making you cry out in pleasure. He slid them out right when you were about to come, making you whine. He then slowly slid them inside you and out, and then inside again over and around your clit, perfectly hitting the nerve bundles.
You didn't know you could feel this much pleasure, he drove you mad with just his skillful fingers. The way you moaned his name repeatedly was honey to his ears.
"Please, I want to come, let me come, daddy, please-"
Satisfied with your begging, he made you come again eliciting waves of pleasure again and again.
You came on his hand, your eyes rolling back to your head in absolute bliss. His fingers touched you, played you like it's an ethereal instrument and only he knew how to touch gracefully, skillfully.
"Thanks, daddy, thank you" you huff out, between panting. He wipes your tears of ecstasy with a swipe of his thumb with his free hand.
"Who do you belong to?"
But he didn't stop after you came, his index and middle fingers found your over stimulated g-spot again and again.
"You, daddy" tears stung your eyes as stimulated your over sensitive bud, but you wanted more. His voice was commanding and calm, but his eyes were soft, driving you absolutely mad with desire even more. You dug your nails into his still clothed shoulder, panting.
"Come on, love, you can me give another one" he mercifully gave you few seconds to calm down, before pulling out another orgasm from you.
"Steven, I-I can't" you cried out, but your body said otherwise.
"You wanted daddy's cock, yeah?"
"Yes.."
"Say what you want and use your big girl words"
"Yes. Yes, daddy" you pause, catching your breath, "I-I want your cock. Please" you add a little 'please' hoping it would convince him, with no trace of embarrassment in your voice.
"Then take it like a good girl"
You nodded dumbly, too incoherent to say any sentence.
"That's my good girl" he praised, leaning closer to place a kiss to the sweaty skin of your neck, biting and marking you as his. He then carried you to bed, to fuck you with his cock properly—to make you scream his name louder, to lose yourself with him completely.
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Make It Bruise
I wanted to see if I could write steven as more of a dom, bc i seem to default to subby!Steven and i think maybe i succeeded?? so yeah we've got a dom steven here my dear ppl
(Tags: Steven Grant x Reader, dom/sub dynamics, afab!fem!reader, spanking like a lot of spanking as 'punishment,' fingering, a bit of Marc x Reader)
Sometimes you’re absolutely convinced that Steven Grant, newly-appointed tour guide and boyfriend extraordinaire, is the most patient man on Earth. With the amount of shit he gets at work, coupled with the seemingly never-ending warzone of his mind, Steven should have every right to be uptight, defensive, even downright rude. But he’s not. Every day he comes home to you, patient and loving; he cooks you dinner, holds your hand, fucks you sweetly with unending focus on your pleasure and comfort.
Steven is a wonderful, patient man, and you love him for it.
But also, sometimes, you just want to see him snap.
It’s only happened a few times; when Donna got on his ass just a bit too much that day, when Marc was being an absolute twit in the headspace. Steven reaches a breaking point, and although you shouldn’t enjoy it as much as you do, you still dream of it, crave it. You love when he loses what little composure he has left, when he comes home to you, shoulders drawn tight and eyebrows furrowed as he orders you to take your panties off and bend over for him. He fucks you like an animal on those days, until you’re crying and boneless and dripping with his cum, voice raw from screaming.
It’s complete fucking bliss.
So, against your better judgment, you’ve been a brat to Steven all day. Not answering his texts, talking back to him and rolling your eyes. Steven knows you’re not mean-spirited, that you’d never actually want to be rude or genuinely upset him. He knows that you’re doing this entirely on purpose. And as much as people try to underestimate him, Steven isn’t a stupid man. He knows when his baby needs to be put in her place.
It all comes to a head that evening, when the light outside was just starting to fade with the sunset, the both of you getting ready to lay down on the couch to read together.
“Darling, have you seen my glasses?” Steven asks, innocent and soft-spoken. “Can’t seem to find them anywhere.”
You scoff, just a little, before muttering, “Lord Steven, can’t you keep track of them for more than a fucking hour?” And you can see Steven’s broad back straightening minutely as he turns to look at you.
“Do you ever get tired of it?” He asks, still softly, but his arms are crossing over his chest as he crosses toward you.
You try not to stare at his arms bulging under the thin fabric of his button down. “Tired of what?”
“Don’t act stupid, darling,” Steven says. He stands just a few inches above you, his hand coming up to tilt your chin up toward his face. “Do you ever get tired,” his hand trails lower until his big palm drifts down to your neck, and you gasp as he suddenly grips it tight, “of being an absolute fucking brat?”
“S-Steven,” you whisper, but he interrupts you quickly.
“Take your fucking clothes off. I’m going to sit on the couch, and you’re going to lay across my lap,” he mutters, his voice dark and completely unlike your normal loving, patient Steven.
And it’s a terrible decision, maybe one of the worst you’ve ever had, when you say, “And what if I don’t?”
You can swear that Steven literally growls, gripping your throat even tighter and tugging your face towards his, forcing you up to your tiptoes. “If you don’t, love,” he says the pet name like an insult. “I won’t let you cum for a week. I’ll tell Marc and Jake what you’ve done, how you keep fucking misbehaving, and they won’t let you cum either. And they’re far less forgiving than me, darling, aren’t they?”
You nod with wide eyes, and Steven lets you go. You inhale air into your lungs once again, and nearly whine when Steven goes to sit on the couch. He lifts an eyebrow at you when you stand there, looking at him dumbly, before you remember yourself. You strip yourself quickly, nearly tripping over your pants when you take them off in your rush to get to Steven.
You drape yourself across his lap, stomach pressing into his thick thighs while your elbows press into the couch cushion next to him.
“What do you say if you want to stop, darling?” he murmurs, palm held just above your bare ass.
“Red,” you say, and a stinging pain rips up your spine as Steven’s palm comes down hard on your asscheek.
“That’s right, darling, so fucking smart,” he punctuates the last word with another smack, and you choke on a scream as the sting spreads through your body. “Now, sweetheart, I’m going to give you ten-” Steven pauses, and you glance back at him to see that he’s not looking at you, but at the mirror across your living room. Your gaze snaps back forward when he turns back toward you, meeting your eyes briefly. “Marc says I should give you twenty, but I don’t think you could take that, could you, love?”
You shake your head hard, heart beating rapidly at the thought of being subjected to twenty of Steven’s brutal slaps.
Steven chuckles softly at your vehemence, running a soothing hand down your bare back. “We’ll appease him with fifteen, okay?”
The idea of fifteen spanks was still daunting, but you know that Steven’s mind is already made up; you can’t talk him back down to ten. You whisper softly, “Yes, Steven,” and try to brace yourself.
It’s brutal, punishing, the way Steven’s hand comes down on your ass and thighs. He counts every single one, and his slaps seem to get harder and harder with each. Your body lurches forward with every impact, rocking back and forth on his lap. He counts each one, a soft murmur under his breath after every loud smack, and fifteen somehow seems like the biggest number in the world. Tears are starting to drip down your reddened cheeks with the sting of it, little moans and gasps of “Steven!” escaping your lips as he spanks you viciously.
It hurts, it hurts so bad, but you can’t deny the way it also feels so good. Every sting makes your clit pulse, makes your pussy throb uncontrollably. You can’t hide the way your cunt is dripping, completely drenched with your juices.
And Steven just keeps talking, muttering “such a fucking brat,” while he leaves your ass red and welted. Around slap nine, he asks you, “why are you getting spanked like this, darling?” and you can’t help but cry out, stupid and brainless as you are, “cause I’m a brat, oh god, been so bad to you Steven. I needed to be punished, shit.”
“That’s right, gorgeous,” Steven says, smirking to himself, looking at the state he’s reduced you to. “You’re so smart. Last one, okay?”
You nod, hot tears still streaming down your face as you gulp air into your heaving lungs. Steven’s hand comes down on you one final time, the hardest it’s ever been, and you scream a little bit as Steven mutters a soft, “fifteen.”
You barely have time to recover before Steven’s suddenly stuffing two of his thick, calloused fingers into your sopping pussy, his other hand petting softly across your sensitive ass.
“Steven, Steven, oh fuck, oh fucking Christ,” you slur as Steven’s fingers jam in and out of you ruthlessly, your bruised up ass bouncing as he fucks you savagely. He grinds the pads of his fingers up into your sweet spot buried deep inside, and your hips lurch unconsciously, trying to escape the pleasure that’s too much, it’s too fucking much-
“Don’t run from me, love,” Steven murmurs, his dark eyes watching your writhing, glistening body. He can feel the fluttering of your little pussy around his fingers, and knows that you won’t be able to hold your orgasm for long. But you’re trying, he knows you’re trying to wait for his permission.
Steven glances up at the mirror across the room and makes eye contact with Marc, who has been watching with dark, unwavering eyes as Steven plays with you. Marc nods at him, just barely, and Steven smirks. “Go ahead and cum, darling, Marc and I want to see it.”
You have no choice but to follow Steven’s unyielding command, your body going rigid as your pussy clutches around his fingers, your ass still red hot and throbbing. You’re sobbing and gasping as you cum, and Steven carries you through it, murmuring little affirmations of “you did so good, love, you took it so well.”
The thrusts of Steven’s fingers slowly come to a stop, and he finally removes his fingers, sticky with your slick. He wipes them carelessly on his jeans and lifts you to cuddle you into his chest, shushing you softly as your breathing slowly returns to normal.
“‘M sorry, Steven. I was mean-”
Steven cuts you off gently, running a hand down your naked back as your hands dig into the fabric of his shirt. “You’re forgiven darling. You’re always forgiven, perfect as you are. Love you so much.”
Your eyes are heavy, your body exhausted and wrung dry, but you manage a “love you too, Steven,” before you drop off into sleep, your face buried into the crook of Steven’s neck.
Steven will take care of you. He always does.
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Eager
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, sweet smut, lots of teasing, overstimulation, allusion to rough sex, brief depiction of subspace, softDom!Steven
Summary: The morning after a rough passionate night with Marc, you think you can go again with Steven. Steven thinks otherwise, and is determined to prove you wrong.
You wake up to Steven Grant's unimpressed stare. His arm is looped around your waist, thumb caressing lazily, but his lips are drawn into a thin line. Yawning, you snuggle into him, naked limbs tangling tighter. "Don't make that face", you mumble into his chest.
"I'm trying", he mutters dryly. "Bit hard when you're all bruised up innit?" You huff, although his fingers massaging your sore ass does feel nice. "I'm not all bruised up, there's only a few marks", you protest. Steven's pulling back at that, eyeing you incredulously. "A few?", he voice drips disbelief. "Alright, lets see." He starts pointing out all the marks, two fingers prodding your tender flesh. There's a couple on your neck, more than a couple on your hips and thighs, and then he's lifting your breasts one at a time and pointing out tiny red splotches Marc's teeth had left.
"Stop that", you swat at his hand, squirming as he examines you with medical nonchalance. "You know Marc wouldn't do anything I don't want. Besides, I can take more", you shrug.
"More?", his brows shoot up. "You think you can take more, right now?" You hold his gaze in a challenge, although the quiver in your thighs does give away your apprehension a bit. "Oh darling", his lips draw into an amused smile. His large palm caresses your cheek, trails a slow path down the swell of your breasts, stopping at your lower belly. "You're bluffing", he says as a matter of fact.
You would be tempted to smack the smug grin off his face if it didn't make him look so hot. "Bite me", you counter, earning a musical chuckle from him. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your belly, slowly inching lower and lower, and his eyes move from your face to how your thighs were trying to squeeze together. "I think you've had quite enough of that from Marc already, no", his grin widens. "I'm gonna be nice. Although I do hope you guys at least cleaned up before sleep?"
"We're not animals", you huff again, hips canting closer to his palm. Steven laughs at that, mouthing a sarcastic ''Of course not." In one smooth motion he climbs on top, caging you under his form. His face softens for a few, ever the romantic sap, and he leans in to give a deep sugary kiss to your lips. "You know you have nothing to prove to me, hmm?" he makes sure, lips almost touching yours when he speaks. "I know", you assure him with a gentle peck. He seals it in with another kiss before he's sitting up on his knees, nudging your legs open. It's the first time you get an eyeful of his member this morning, standing hard and thick, and you gulp. "Where were we..ah", he reorients, two thick fingers caressing the top of your mound. "You said you can take more of this", his other hand lazily pumps his dick. "While I think you can't take even this" He holds up the two fingers, glistening slightly in your arousal. He presses them to your lips, and you start sucking them immediately, almost in reflex. "Eager", he chides, pulling the fingers away and drawing a whine from you. His fingers find your slit again, smile widening at the warm slick he finds there, and traces a line up to your clit. At the first swirl of fingers you're gasping and jolting, hands grabbing his thighs. He tuts, lowering the pressure and rolling your clit with feather light touches. The motion has you keening, hips bucking into his hand. He probes lower, finding your entrance, and a single finger starts to push in. Rather, try to push in. With another deep whine from you, Steven's finger is met with your oversensitive walls so swollen they clench onto the single digit.
"Oh honey", his voice is breathless, eyes wide. "So ...tight."
"Don't even", you're pouting, face flushed in embarrassment at the realization you can't even take his fingers.
"That's..so...oh love", Steven's throat bobs in obvious arousal, eyes trained on where his finger had disappeared in you. He quickly pulls out, shushing you with a soft kiss to your forehead, and promptly pulls your legs over his shoulders. "Safewords, or tap my arm twice", is all he says before he dives in.
His mouth finds your core in an instant, eager tongue lapping between the slick folds. He's relentless, merciless, tongue swerving elegantly inside you and drinking every drop like a man starved. And as starved his cock was for attention, he was attending to that by rutting into the bed. You're hypersensitive, hands fisting the sheets in an effort to keep yourself in place. It's not long before you tumble over the edge, moans melting into a cry, body shaking under his hold.
Steven props his head up, a pleased smirk gracing his pretty face. He is ready to go again, his member hot and hard, but the look on your face makes him falter. You're clearly spaced out, chest heaving with pants, fingers clasping the wrinkled sheets loosely. Steven's careful as he lays your legs back on the bed. He is tempted to press a final kiss to your core, but resists. Instead, his hands find yours, thumb rubbing soothing circles. Scooting up, he brings you to his chest again, caressing your body through the mild aftershocks of your orgasm. It's some long minutes before you squeeze his hand back, and press a shy kiss to his lips.
"Hey", he murmurs, stroking locks of hair away from your face. "You alright?"
"Peachy", you smile. "M'sorry, I kinda...zoned out."
"In a good way...?", he trods carefully, anxiety hidden just barely.
"Absolutely", you assure right away. "I just wish I...because you didn't...but I..."
"I jus'wanna hold you", he whispers, pulling you closer. "That's all."
"As long as we make french toast for breakfast"
"Deal"
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Well kids I’m FINALLY writing Steven’s part to fuck you like an animal/crazy bitch
If Steven soft dom! Steven grant, knife play and bondage interest you, comment below to be tagged (and check out the first time parts starring Marc and Jake 🥰
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i personally hc that jake is the biggest switch of the boys. i only ever see him written as a hard dom (granted, i don’t see much of him seeing as he was given like a 3 second shot in the post-credits scene of the very last episode).
i also hc that steven is very submissive but enjoys being a soft dom and taking care of his lover once he gets comfortable with asking them if they’d like that. and that marc is generally a dom (hard or soft changes) but would totally be down to sub if it made the other person happy.
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I Need You To Listen - Steve Rogers
Summary: For @the-slumberparty 's Week 3 Something New Challenge, I went with the medium mode - sex pollen but with exes to lovers. This took alot of work I ended up rewriting it entirely, I hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 7.4k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics
Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, angst, smut, fluff, sex pollen, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, love bites, steve rogers dirty talking (this man), swearing, nipple play, past is in italics, sort of a post civil war rewrite so we're going completely off canon
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Fate works in the most hilarious of ways, a stubbed toe over here and a broken heart still being nursed over there.
Tony Stark stands in front of your cell, staring at you through the glass. You don’t hold back your tears from him. Disappointment colours his features.
Broken pieces of trust lay scattered on the floor. The damage by him was done. Leaving you to bear the brunt. Leaving you to walk on the jagged edges of the broken family.
A family that shared jokes, laughed, drank and protected each other.
Won together.
Lost together.
In the past few days died together.
“How are you holding up?” His arc reactor gleams as he takes a seat on the stool. Unzipping the jacket he wears his arm in a sling. You close your eyes, more tears fall at the memory of the fight. An involuntary shiver as the chiling bite of the cold manifests itself from your memory.
The cell isn’t uncomfortable. There is a cot in the corner, the bathroom has a door. The sterile scent of the cleaning agent stopped giving you a headache hours ago.
“Why are you asking me?” You look at him, he should be mad, he should yell, call you a traitor.
“Contrary to what you all think and did to me, I trust you.” He shrugs, left eye twitching, he rolls his shoulder.
“How is the arm?” Your gaze falls to it.
“Seen better days. You know, heart troubles.” He looks at Wanda’s cell, “Kid, Vis is asking about you.”
She looks up at him, “Is Rhodes alright?”
Tony presses his lips into a thin line, shaking his head.
Wanda looks down at her hands.
“He tore us apart. That Baron Zemo. I know you have a lot to learn, alot to grieve. The accords may be dissolved. I’m working on it. At SI we’re preparing the bail documents.” He informs you all.
Sam scoffs, “What about Cap and Barnes?”
“James is in recovery as per my last conversation with T’Challa. Where Cap and Nat are I do not know nor does he.” Tony gazes back at you.
“I trusted him.” Is all you can say to him. You stare at your palms, you couldn’t get the blood off.
“I know, I did too.”
“Tony.” Your lips quiver another sob at the heartbreak Steve left you with to deal. All alone.
Bucky fights Tony, you don’t want to see your best friend hurt. The man who took you under his wing when you joined in, your steps halted by the blonde haired man who harbours your heart.
“Sign the accords.” Steve orders, you gape at him.
“Steve, do you fucking realise? We’re here because I didn’t sign them because I am siding with you?” You almost yell. The tempreture drops as the snow cascades into the facility from the now broken windows.
Bucky lands on the floor, a pained groan, his arm blasted off. He kneels, eyes widened at the implication. At the man he hurt irreparablely being the one to take away one of the curses HYDRA bestowed upon him.
“Shit!” Your eyes move to Tony, slowly he rises from the floor. The suit broken in several places.
“Y/N, you need to listen. You cannot go rogue with me.”
“Steve,” You push his arm away you had to intervene.
“It was good while it lasted.” He says and everything turns to static.
“Wh-what?”
“Look, I, we had a good run but I know your stance on the accords you’re just with me for the sole reason we’re together.” Steve says to you.
“Are you serious right now?” Anger courses through you, your grip on your pistol tightens.
“It's not even the accords. I, I didn’t think we would make it beyond this month. Look, I have to think about Bucky. Its all of this, it doesn’t, priorities.” He lunges over to defend Bucky leaving you defenceless. Your ears ringing, you watch as they fight, you can’t hear any of the clangs the groans.
You stand there dumbfounded.
As Steve throws Tony down the beam reflects off of his shield and hits you on the shoulder you’re thrown against the wall. Bucky meets your eyes, at least he seems apologetic.
Tony tries to get up to help you, “Rogers, she’s hurt—,” The shield slams against the arc reactor.
“I don’t care.” He says so easily.
You pant as the pain increases, both the burn and sting of his words as well as the physical injuries manifesting across you.
Steve helps Bucky up, you try to push yourself to your knees, crawling to Tony while keeping your arm close to your body.
Bucky looks back at you, his eyes convey his remorse. Tony breathes hard, you blink back tears at the glance Steve doesn’t spare towards you.
Eight months down the drain.
The morning kisses, cuddles, the random sketches of you he left as gifts all lose their importance. Remembrance only causes pain.
“Mr. Stark, you need to leave.”
Tony sighs, “I’ll visit, or I’ll have you guys out before that. Work some arrangement.”
“I’m so sorry, Tony.” You look at his arm and back at his face.
He gives you one of those sad smiles of his, the one where he pretends it's just another day, another common thing.
“Aren’t you foolish to trust us again?” Sam questions him as Tony passes by his cell.
“I just have to do my job. It’s the people who have to trust us.” Tony turns to face Sam.
“So the people trust the missile maker millionaire Stark?” Sam knows the jab is stinging, Tony hated
that about the company’s past.
The rift was ever present, your friend looks towards you.
“Y/N, let him know not to insult me, I’m a billionaire.” He grabs his glasses and moves away.
You resist the urge to laugh, everyone would resort to their coping mechanisms. You’d have to bide your time here. Usually getting black out drunk was how you solved your own problems.
True to his word Tony has you all released on various conditions. You, Scott and Wanda are released together.
When you reach the tower it isn’t surprising that there was a break in, you’d scoff that Steve didn’t come to break you out but he made his decision in Siberia.
The faint scent of his cologne lingers in your room. Hints of Patchouli and Bergamot. You stare at the box on your bed.
Opening it reveals a burner phone.
“I got a burner too, one number loaded upon it.” Tony stands at the door holding a glass of scotch for himself and your favourite Vodka in a bottle.
“Surprised he bothered.” You open the phone and it chimes an unread text upon it.
“I didn’t get that.” He observes, you take the bottle from him.
Opening the text.
SGR: I want to talk to you. Please let me explain.
You laugh bitterly, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip. At least you can blame these tears on the alcohol.
“Are you going to? Call him I mean.” Tony settles on your desk chair.
“Nope.” You set your bottle down after three more sips, grabbing the edges of the opened flip phone you press. The phone snaps from its hinges and you place it back down in the box, “Did you track it?”
“Fake return address.” He twirls the ice in his drink.
The two of you bask in the silence. Drinking in tandem and out of sync.
“Were you going to sign the Accords?” You ask after a while staring at the setting sun.
“Nope,” He reaches for your bottle, pouring himself a peg, “I was having them redrafted. Steve only had to agree for them to shut up. My draft would have gotten approved.”
“So confident.” You raise your brows.
“Comes with the job title.” He rolls his eyes.
“Do you think anyone will trust anyone?” You tap the bottle neck.
Steve’s laughter reverberates against your chest. He reaches up to cup your face.
“Why is it so amusing?” You ask, not meeting his eyes.
“Because it is, Poppet. I wouldn’t break your heart.” He assures yet again.
You gnaw at your bottom lip trust was difficult to come by for you.
“You want to know why?” He whispers, making you meet his gaze. His nose brushing against your own.
“Because I have your heart and it's what is keeping me alive.”
You lean closer, pressing your lips to his, Steve kisses you back. Hands pulling you closer. You feel his smile between the kisses and you begin to retract knowing what he was upto but it’s too late.
Steve tickles your sides and laughter blubbers from your chest. He grins, cheeks flushed as you press against him. The thin sheet hides nothing from the way you feel.
“I love you.” He says, you stroke his cheek with your thumb.
“I loved him with everything in me.” You blubber out, tears falling down.
Tony sits next to you, your head rests on his good shoulder, “I know you did. It's a hard road ahead, kid. Not an undoable one.”
“I hate him.” You declare, “I hate him, he just, how could he be so selfish?”
“Sometimes we all are, he is in the wrong. He didn’t exactly reciprocate the trust.” Tony sighs, you look up at him.
“I’m sorry about your parents.” You watch him give you those sad smiles, he flexes and extends the fingers of his left hand.
“He could have told me, I trusted him enough that he could.” He whispers then shakes his head.
“Steve Rogers is an asshole.” You declare raising your bottle to his assholery. Then you giggle.
“You just thought of the word assholery didn’t you?” Tony giggles as well.
Both of you burst out laughing.
“Hey Tone?” You ask mid laughter.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for being here, also can I get a box?”
“Sure.” He stands, FRIDAY has the box led by one of his tinkered bots to the room.
“I need to check on Rhodey.” He says, “I’m a call away okay?”
You nod, he leaves. The box stays on your bed and then you stare at the sketches hung around your room. With a delicateness that Steve didn’t spare towards you, you pack up the papers. Sealing the box with plastic wrap and head down to the safety deposit lockers.
Your steps are misjudged and you drop your box of trinkets several times. The stupid ceramic mug from that couples pottery class probably shattered.
You giggle thinking how it resembles your heart.
Locking the box leaves you in silence. Your room is void of all things Steve except the one shirt he gave you on your first mission together where the two of you fell into the muddled waters that left the two of you in need to change out of clothes.
The shirt smells like him, you curl up with it on your pillow.
“This is the last time you gave your heart away.” You tell yourself.
“This is the last time you cry over him.” You promise yourself.
Eight months pass and you all sit in the conference room. The accords are abolished. They reinstate Natasha, Sharon, James, Sam and him. Tony holds his flip phone. Resorting to texting rather than speaking to him.
A reply comes when you all are back at the tower. They’d be there tomorrow. Rooms are prepared with favourite foods stocked up. You had requested your room be shifted away to another level.
Heart ache didn’t manifest beyond those few nights.
Your walls that Steve Rogers broke down were built back stronger. Impenetrable. His shirt was placed in his room by you a month into getting over him.
You don’t pass by the floor, you’re a level above. Thankfully the elevators divide the levels they service and you won’t ever be on the same floor as him.
The night is restless despite your indifference to all of them. They were the family you chose and yet you were abandoned by them.
Dreams are but a loop of memories you have buried.
After your morning laps you head to Tony’s lab.
“They will be dropping in at SHIELD first. Fury wants to discuss some things and then they come back here.” He stifles a yawn.
“You need caffeine my friend.” You hold up the coffees, “Luckily I come bearing gifts.”
“I love you.” He whispers gingerly while taking the cup.
“Are you talking to the coffee or me?” You ask, taking a sip of your own.
“I can love both.” He defends, whispering to the coffee he loves it more.
You throw one of his discarded paper balls on him. It doesn’t phase him.
“Are you sure you want to come along?” He asks for the umpteenth time on the drive to SHIELD.
“Tony, I will leave you behind if you ask me again.” You glare at him.
“I think you will be fine.” Vision assures a gentle smile on his face and he laces his fingers with Wanda. She smiles at him, her own mind filled with thoughts.
“See we’ll be okay.” You declare.
Minutes later you’re seated on one side of the conference room. Tony on the first seat, you on the second. Vision opts to stand behind Wanda as she sits.
Fury sits at the head of the table. The door opens and Natasha, Sam and Steve step into the room. A thick silence settles over. You look at each of them and then back at Fury.
Natasha’s hair is shorter and blond, Sam seems to have gotten leaner. Steve was sporting a beard and longer hair.
You wondered if the post break up look was something you should have gone for, maybe dyed your hair blue.
“Well, as you know you all have been reinstated. The Avengers operate without any Accords binding them but they must be mindful of their poweress and the possible damage they may cause. A country has full discretion to forbid the Avengers from subduing threats that may lead them there and you must honour that no matter the cost.” Fury gazes at you all.
“What if they need help?” Steve questions, you scoff.
Cold blues flash to you. You roll your eyes.
“The dissolution of the Accords was done keeping this one rule in mind. I suggest you make peace with it. You will not be able to save everyone from damage and hurt, it is better than causing it.” Tony adds.
Steve’s jaw tightens. He nods.
“Now since this is done and dusted. Official missions may resume.” Fury places down a manila folder.
“Official?” Sam questions, raising a brow.
“Agent Y/L/N here was liasoning with us for recon purposes. Kept under wraps. We have identified HYRA bases. Once the plans are sanctioned you all will be back on duty.” Nick sighs, “I suggest you all train together to get a sense of your skill sets and moves again.”
No one nods.
Nick shakes his head leaving the room.
“Your old rooms have been cleaned at the tower. Access is via FRIDAY, food is stocked. Layout’s almost the same. Few changes here and there. Oh and there are new succulents in the living room.” Tony fiddles with the folder.
“We can conduct a meeting about these missions tonight or tomorrow. You all settle in, there is a car outside and your vehicles are in pristine condition at the garage.” He informs them further.
“No welcome back party?” Nat muses, you laugh.
“I drank all the liquor so unfortunately no parties.” You deadpan.
Nat and Sam stare at you.
“It has been a difficult few months. I understand everyone will take time to return to a semblance of previous normalcy.” Vision’s words are both reassuring but also farfetched.
Wanda grasps his hand and gives it a squeeze.
Steve’s brows furrow in worry. He observes you trying to find any hints but you give him none. You learned to school yourself. An agent well versed in hiding her intent, emotions and aim. Your skillset is what brought you to the team and it is what you have. It's what you could trust.
Sam nods, “Well best we head back.”
“Yes we could use some sleep.” Natasha says, you flash her a smile.
“Yep, well I have a few things to discuss with Fury.” You push away from the table first. Tony follows your lead.
“Should you not include us in the conversation?” Steve says in his authoritative baritone.
“Unfortunately, Captain, it isn’t an Avengers matter but a personal one. Which you aren’t entitled to know.” You spit back.
His mouth opens again to speak.
Tony beats him to it, “Where’s our Manchurian candidate?”
“Bucky’s in the UK for a bit, after Wakanda we were there for a while. He stayed back for personal reasons.” Steve explains and you slip out.
Steve stares at your room door, knocking on it yet again. Two weeks since his return and you had avoided him in every capacity.
He had worked up the courage to knock on your door today. But there was no response as it was over the past fifteen minutes. He requests FRIDAY to check in and all the AI says is that you’re fine.
You had gotten back from a mission yesterday morning. You had to have been resting.
“Why won’t she open her door then?” He mutters, pressing his forehead to your door, “Poppet, I just want to speak to you. Please.”
“Captain.” Vision greets floating out of Wanda’s room.
“Vision.” He acknowledges.
“Why are you knocking on an empty room’s door?” Vision tilts his head.
Steve blinks at him, “This is Y/N’s room.” he states as if obvious.
“It isn’t, she switched rooms about three months ago.” Vision says
Before Steve can ask anything further, Wanda opens her door, “Vis.” She gestures with her hand for him to return.
“Wanda.” He walks to her this time.
“FRIDAY, where is Y/N’s new room?” Steve questions walking to the elevators.
“She’s on the twenty-fifth floor.” The AI responds, he switches to the other elevator.
“Captain, you will have to go to the ground floor to switch elevators.” FRIDAY informs him.
Steve sighs moving back in front of the original elevator. It stops at every single floor; he almost misses the elevator as you’re getting on, luckily a Stark Industries employee holds the door for him.
You bite the inside of your cheek. Looking away.
“I want to talk.” He says over the all too silent but crowded elevator.
Everyone looks at him except you. They follow his gaze to you.
“I don’t.” You answer while staring at the numbers.
“Poppet.” He says and you shoot him a glare before looking away again.
People trickle in and out.
Steve’s gaze is trained upon you. He nods politely at those greeting him but his gaze nerver strays from you.
You look into your phone pulling up a forgotten game loaded into the device. Anything. Any stupid thing to avoid him.
Finally it's just the two of you.
The automated air freshener hisses filling the space with the scent of lavender.
“Poppet I just want to explain—,” Steve steps closer, his hand outstretched.
“No. I don’t fucking want to hear a word.” You seethe, you move forward pressing the button to your floor if it makes you reach quicker.
“Poppet.” He grabs your hand, turning you towards him.
“Y/N. Use my damn name.” You spit out, finally meeting his eyes.
There is a tick in his jaw, he nods, “Y/N. Just five minutes. I know I don’t deserve it—,”
“You don’t deserve to even ask for a minute of my time. You never saw us work beyond that month correct? Well guess what? We don’t.” You push at his chest, he doesn’t budge.
“I lied. I said those things so you wouldn’t follow. I could not have you living rogue with me.” Steve admits, you stare at him.
“You lied?” You repeat.
“I didn’t want to break things off but that was the only way I could ensure you wouldn’t follow behind me. It was dangerous. Poppet—Y/N,” he corrects, “I told you your heart kept me alive, I love you—,”
Steve’s head snaps to the side, cheek turning red at the impact of your slap. You breathe hard, eyes tearing up.
“That was not for you to fucking decide, you do not get to come back here and make your sorry excuses for being a horrible human being. Betraying my trust. Leaving me and your friend injured. You picked Bucky over us. You picked Bucky over me and I understand I would pick him too if I were you. But I would not fucking lie or leave my girlfriend and best friend behind injured horribly. You’re welcome back to the compound Steve. Even back to your glorious Captain America title. However,”
The doors open to your floor, you step out.
“I don’t know how you say you’re alive because I took my fucking heart back from your undeserving self. I don’t care if you lied, I don’t care if it was all fun and games. I don't care about you. I don’t want to care about you. You are a teammate because I am forced to consider you one. I don’t need to listen to you to provide you closure or a second chance. You fucking liar!”
“Poppet,” Steve reaches for you again, you take off running to your door.
“FRIDAY, deny access. Override only with Tony.” You order, the locks on your doors bolt and Steve keeps knocking and pleading.
He sinks to his knees outside your door apologising over and over.
Natasha is pinned to the floor by Wanda as the latter grins triumphantly. Natasha praises her and they break apart. You take Wanda’s place and Sam takes Natasha’s place.
Mixed training was now mandatory.
You had almost burned Nick Fury with your glare. Steve hadn’t shown up to any, in fact he hardly was in the same room as you.
Sam goes full offence, you block the blows. Defending yourself you had worked hard over the time away from official duties.
Minutes pass by, neither of you yields. Panting you stare at Sam waiting for an opening to take him down.
“Come on, that's all you got, little spy?” Sam teases, you laugh.
“You wish birdy.” You stick your tongue out childishly. Wanda and Nat laugh.
“Come on Wilson.” Nat prompts, “We’re bored here.”
“Alright,” Sam moves, pulling a fake. You catch it a moment too late, as he’s about to tackle you to the ground you turn. Tugging on his arm as Sam’s eyes widen.
The momentum thrown off both of you land on your sides, recovering swiftly he’s pinned to the ground by you.
You grin at him.
“How's that birdy?” You laugh at his irritation. Sam rolls his eyes.
“Y/N.”
Everyone’s heads snap to the door, Steve and Tony stand there.
You help Sam up. Sam keeps an arm around your shoulder. Steve’s eyes linger and his fists clench.
Sam takes his arm away.
You roll your eyes, they land on Tony as he bites his cheek, oh this can’t be good you deem.
“Wheels up in an hour for Rogers and you.” He delivers the news.
“Sam, Nat, Vis and Wanda are needed to take on a bigger base with Tony.” Steve looks at you, “Fury’s orders before you try to whine your way out if it.”
You glare at him, “Alright.”
An hour later you’re on the jet with Steve. He doesn’t talk. The last conversation between the two of you was enough.
“We won’t be splitting up.” Steve informs you. You nod, studying the layout.
You frown in recognition.
“I was here on recon. This is supposed to be a dead base.” You look up at him.
“Fury said they detected activity.” He looks back ahead.
“Hopefully it's just random people looking for shelter.” You look back at the plans.
Steve hums, observing you again. Wishing it would be like before where the two of you would be holding hands.
Cobwebs litter the walls, plaster cracked. The scent of something decaying permeates through the space.
Walking into the HYDRA base is carefully crafted, Steve leads with his shield. You keep a double check on the back trail. Something was not sitting right with you.
The hallway diverges, you stand next to Steve, “Left side first then we can go right.” You whisper.
He nods, “Stay close, I don’t know why something feels wrong.”
You don’t verbalise your own feelings, following in his footsteps.
The hallway leads to an abandoned lab, the computers torn down and broken apart. Steve relaxes his defensive stance looking around the area.
You move carefully through the edge of the room, “Something should be of value here.”
“I don’t think there is anything.” Steve declares, “Let's clear the other pathway.”
You give another once over and then follow him back down the path.
Your boot catches on the uneven flooring, “Shit!” You whisper yell as you fall forward.
Steve turns, breaking your fall. You land against his chest and his arm encircles your waist. For a moment that echoes a broken promise of eternity he holds you close to him.
Steve sneaks a moment he lost over a stupid decision. He takes what crumbs he’s given by fate.
Your palm is against his chest, your head tucked against the crook of his neck.
Why can't you move away?
Why do you want more of him?
Why do you miss him?
He hurt you.
He lied.
He hurt you.
You break the eternity Steve was living as you pull away, silence stretches between the two of you as you head down the other hallway.
It's empty yet again, you shake your head at the waste of time. Steve steps closer to the vials on the shelf. The liquid in them gleams a certain way.
You hear a pneumatic hiss from your left. You turn quietly making your way to the wall.
Steve studies the shelf again. There was no dust on it. No pattern on it. These were fresh vials. Then his eyes widened, “Y/N don’t!”
You turn to face him when the hiss is louder and the slits of the vent open. A dust like substance pours over floating around you.
A coughing fit grips you, you place your hand against the wall to steady yourself the gun falls as you clutch your chest wheezing.
Steve pads over to you, trying to rub your back to ease the coughing fit. He asks FRIDAY to scan the micro dust to see if it is anything dangerous.
The coughing fit subsides over a few minutes, your breathing shallow. You look up at Steve blinking away the tears. He cups your cheek.
“Are you okay? Do you feel anything?” He questions, gaze running over every aspect of you. Glove clad large palms moving over your form. You nod, but then your stomach cramps.
“What is it?” Steve takes not of your discomfort.
“I, it's my stomach—,” Your words are cut off by a whimper as the cramp gains severity. You lean more against the wall as the cramp travels across.
Steve rummages through his mind to know what this substance could be, he had been to HYDRA bases before. He spoke to Bucky all about them, their experiments which he knew.
He watches as your skin flushes, you squirm in his grasp. He steps closer to support you.
“Poppet?” Steve makes you look up at him, your eyes have a dazed look almost glazed over. You feel his warmth through your tactical suit. His thigh between your legs and the ache the needy ache is all you know and you need to get rid of it.
“Please,” You plead to him gazing at his slightly blurred blue eyes, your hips moving out of their own accord against his thigh you moan as your core makes contact with him.
Steve pushes your hips away, “Poppet what—,”
“Steve, it hurts so badly. Please,” You cry out wiggling against his hold. His fingers dig into your hips to keep you in place.
Your palms cover his, you look up at him.
You lean up, he shifts back. You use the distraction to guide his palm to grind down on it. Your choked moan has his cock harden further. He can’t help but watch as you use him.
Logic hits him then when he feels just how wet you’ve gotten, before he can pull away there is a prick in the side of his neck. You begin to blur from his view.
“Poppet, something is wrong.”
You look up at him, why did his words sound garbled?
Why was he falling to his knees?
You look behind him, people standing and watching.
The need clouding your mind clears in the slightest, “Steve,” you kneel next to him.
“It’s okay,” he assures you, reaching for the shield.
The cramp hits you again harder; you cry out in pain, doubling over and sinking against the wall to curl up.
“FRIDAY, dis-distress signal.” Steve orders as his vision begins to blacken, he reaches for you with the last of his strength covering your curled up form with his body.
Steve keeps his eyes closed.
Enhanced hearing picking up the dripping pipes from the left. To his right he hears your pained whimpers.
How long was he out?
Chains bind his arms above him, the uneven concrete digs into his knees and shins. He would search for the shield in the aftermath.
He counts four people by their rhythmic footfall. They were in the same facility. It couldn’t have been easy to move them.
Lolling his head to right he watches you through hooded eyes, chained like him kept on your knees but you’re struggling. Squirming on the ground trying to find respite and crying out of frustration.
“Sex pollen.” Bucky spoke, with a shake of his head in disgust.
“Sex pollen?” Steve repeated as if to confirm.
Bucky gives him a look, Steve’s eyebrows shot up higher.
“What does that do? Did they use it on you?” Steve questioned his best friend.
Bucky shook his head, “It basically sets the libido up to the maximum, forces the person in contact to orgasm but basically they need to have sex, self pleasure seldom works. The intensity is higher to combat the inevitable effect.”
A dark expression crossed Bucky’s features, he sighed sadly. Looking out at the view from his home in Wakanda. The house, though borrowed, was Bucky’s own.
Steve had placed a few sketches of Brooklyn around. The place he used to consider home now changed. Steve stares at the more recent sketch of his home city.
Two men out of time in a place decades ahead of the world outside.
“How long?” Steve clutches his charcoal tighter as he forms the curve of soft lips on the paper. A stray tendril of hair.
Bucky looks down at the half done sketch of your face. His heart aches for Steve and you.
“Two hours, it gets progressively maddening. At first one can try to speak or answer what is asked. After that it is variable how long it takes for the need to become the sole focus. If nothing is done in two hours then its too far gone and well...”
He had limited time, he could not gamble any further. Steve opens his eyes, tugging at the restraints to catch the attention of the captors.
You hear the rattling, you look up at Steve another pang through your core.
“Steve—,”
“Ah, Captain. Welcome to the land of the waking, you were out for just under an hour. Now who is this sweet little needy thing with you?” The man asks, stepping closer to you.
Steve growls, “Stay away from her.” he warns.
The man raises his hands in defence, “She’s a little needy Captain,” he walks back toward Steve away from you, “Why so possessive?”
Steve bites his tongue, “She’s mine.” he grits out.
“I see and why is she yours?”
He can’t tell them, they would exploit you but his will is crumbling swiftly and his mind is compelling him to speak, “I love her.”
“Hm, it seems she needs you, Captain.” The man grins, walking back to you. His palm touches your scalp as he pulls your hair back. You want to recoil but the touch is soothing some of the ache. You look at Steve, pleading.
“I could fill in.” He says suggestively.
You try to shuffle away but the grip on your hair tightens.
“Don’t you fucking dare touch her!” Steve bellows as his thumb approaches your lips, “What the fuck do you want?” He pulls against the restraints, almost snarling.
“I want to know where my Soldat is, tell me.” The man demands, leaving you. The words register as does the scent of cigarettes you recoil. You feel your mind working again, clearing the need to be fucked.
“Steve don’t,” you warn him, he couldn’t sell out Bucky whatever this was, it wasn't worth ruining his life again, “I’ll deal with this…” you bite back the pained whimper.
Steve stares at you, eyes wide and with an emotion you can’t place.
“Oh but you know what is wrong with her don’t you Captain?” The man demands and you look to Steve, “Tell her the truth that burns your veins, Captain.”
Steve wants to lie, wants to cushion you, “Truth serum?” He looks at the man who nods.
“Brilliant isn’t it? You’re compelled to tell me whether or not she chooses to be saved. You’re on a time limit.” The man taps his watch.
“It’s a sex pollen.” Steve informs you, you stare at him.
“That, that's why I need?” Your insides churn and your clit pulses as you watch Steve lick his dry lips before he continues to speak. The small insignificant action has your body wanting to be devoured.
“Yes, and if you don’t get release, it’s fatal.”
Silence stretches on the footfall of the three others has stopped, they watch the show play out. The consequences and the outcomes weighed.
“Fight it, don’t tell them. It's not worth it.” You whisper.
“Poppet you cannot say that. I am not risking your life!” Steve yells, pulling at the restraints again.
“You can’t have him at risk again!”
“I won’t let you die!”
“You already left me for the dead once! You chose him once. Just fucking do it again!” You seethe, your skin clammy and you just want this suit gone. The material irritates you.
Steve gapes at you, “I, I didn’t—,”
“Save it.”
“As much as I enjoy a lover’s quarrel. Where is Soldat?” The man interrupts.
“Gone.” Steve answers, “Poppet, please,”
“Don’t fucking tell them!” You demand, “Consider it my last wish! Fight the damn truth serum.”
“You are not dying.” Steve grits out.
“Where is he, where is Bucky Barnes?” The man lands a punch to Steve’s face. His hair falls forward, slowly Steve looks up at the man. Rage colouring all his features.
“I will let you help her. Just tell me where Bucky is, Captain.” The man promises. Steve considers, you begin to yell no at him.
“He’s in the United Kingdom.”
“Are you insane?!” You slump to the ground, “Do you have any fucking idea what have you done?”
The man walks over and slaps you, “Shut the fuck up! You want a cock so fucking bad you fucking bitch in heat, I’ll give you one!”
Steve snarls, wrapping the chain around his own palm and tugging hard until it breaks away from the wall. The man turns, gun cocked and ready, it's grabbed out of his hand by Steve. He looks at the man dead in his eyes before delivering the fatal shot.
You look up at Steve, as the man drops to the floor between the two of you.
Steve watches the other three scramble about, he quickly fires the shots, he keeps one person alive.
He grabs the other chain, yanking it with all his strength. It gives way.
“Where is the shield?” He walks over to the man on the ground, pleading in pain.
A shaking hand rises, pointing to the vault.
“Access code?” Steve picks him up and takes him to the keypad.
The man enters it crying when Steve presses on the open wound, “Don’t fucking pull any stunts.”
You watch as the doors part and the shield stays there as a momento.
You blink when everything goes out of focus. You blink again. Heat spreads over your body goosebumps raise across.
Your thighs clench and you squirm trying to get some friction to release the ache. Tugging at the restraints is maddening. They don’t relent when you try to manoeuvre but no position provides any respite and you sob out as the frustration grows.
“Poppet.” A warm voice calls out, you whimper. The hold on your right arm loosens and your hand reaches for the tactical suit. You had to get it off. You needed to get it off.
You blink and watch as Steve’s hand stops yours, you push at him.
“Please,” you whimper as another cramp takes over.
“You smell so sweet baby.” He groans, the sound urges you on, you guide his hand to where you need him.
His warm palm cups you the fabric of your suit soaked Steve hears your sigh of relief.
“Going to take care of you Poppet, but you need to hold on for me okay?” Steve assures, breaking out your left arm as well.
“Steve please,” you beg again, your mind screaming at your body, your hips move making you grind onto his palm. Your smaller palm wrapped around his wrist not letting him pull away.
“Fuck,” He groans, pushing you against the corner and undoing your suit’s zipper, you don’t face him palms braced against the wall. Steve’s warm calloused palm is as though cold respite to your heated skin.
He doesn’t waste time, fingers running over your folds, palm pressing against your clit. Your head tilts back resting against his shoulder, mouth parted moans leaving you.
Steve presses his fingers into you, two thick digits and your walls clench around him he almost wishes he’d fuck you right there.
“Fuck this pussy remembers who she belongs to doesn’t she?” Fingers curve finding the spot he very well could have placed. Stars line your vision as he hits the spot over and over, fingers curving.
“Right there Steve!” You cry out your ass rocking against him, pressing onto his cock. He keeps his thrusts hard and fast, palm rubbing your clit in the most delicious of ways. His grunts fill your senses.
Pleasure thrums from his touch to your body, your back arching as his fingers drive deeper and deeper into you. Your walls are gripping them back in not wanting him to stop.
“I know sweet Poppet. I know what makes her weep for me. I’m going to taste you. But first you’re going to make a mess on my hand alright?” He instructs filthy words offset by the sweet kisses placed against your forehead and cheek.
His other hand cups your breast playing with your nipple. Your hands fall from the wall, gripping onto his nails leaving indents on his skin. Steve watches your chest constrict, your voice choke off, eyes rolling back as your orgasm crashes into you.
His fingers keep moving, riding your orgasm out, your walls quivering around him the sensitivity of your clit as it pulses. Some of the haze clears but the need just returns tenfold.
“Steve, please, I can’t, can’t wait—,”
His lips are on yours, cutting you off, your suit pushed down further without breaking away from the kiss.
The shield clatters to the floor, his suit haphazardly discarded. Steve’s hands explore your body, remembering the planes he explored before. The love he whispered across your skin. Marking you with his touch, his lips, his seed.
“Wanna see you,” You want to turn, he grabs your hands pinning them to the wall.
“No one gets to see you this way but me.” He growls, you feel his hard cock move between your thighs. His larger body covers yours, shielding you, watching over you.
When your thighs clench around him, Steve hisses, “Going to fill you up, sweet girl.” he coos.
Inch by inch Steve’s length stretches you, your back arches. The relief the stretch of his cock brings is unlike anything else you’ve felt before.
“You can take it, made for my cock aren't you?” He stills inside you, throbbing as your walls clench around him. He moans biting down on your shoulder the feel of you decadent, unable to be given justice by his mind.
“Heaven. Pussy feels so good, baby. Missed you so much.” He grunts, you push back against him needing him to move, “hands around my neck.” He orders, leaving your hands.
You wrap them around him, holding onto his now longer hair, soft between your fingers. Your mind remains you of the soft moments when he laid in your lap and your fingers combed through these locks.
Steve pulls you out of your thoughts with the snap of his hips. His palms gripping your waist anchoring you to him. Skin slapping against skin, his cock feels so good you could sob, the need turns into embers, your thirst being quenched.
Each delicious, deep stroke moves you towards sweet bliss. You hear your name in an echo of his name. Steve watches the wall you mould against him, as countless times before. Your heart may have put up walls but your body left no space.
The way he sees the telltale signs of your orgasm he brings his right hand towards your apex, timing his rough circles on your clit to his thrusts. The sensations blooming become too much, your body alit with flames of pleasure, Steve moans as your walls begin to milk him just as your orgasm shatters through you.
He keeps his thrusts going, pumping into you. The arousal that spills onto your thighs, the mix of you and him.
“One more.” He demands, fingers coated with the mix of the two of you, his marked fingers brought back to your clit, you cry out in ecstasy.
The blissful haze clears, everything returning to you. The mission, the power, you can’t, you can’t, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve–,
“Right here my sweet poppet, you will give me one more. You know I'm greedy.” He reasons, only increasing his pace, you thrash in his hold. Lips find the sweet spot of your neck.
It’s your undoing, you cum around him yet again. Crying out his name, tugging on his hair. Aftershocks moving through you. He holds you up, pressing kisses to your forehead, temple, cheek, jaw and shoulders.
Grounding you, palms moving over you after he brings his coated fingers to taste them. Your head lols against his shoulder, you reach for his jaw, placing a soft kiss. Steve smiles at the familiar gesture.
Helping you get dressed he follows as well. You’re lifted into his arms and carried to the quinjet.
As it had turned out Bucky wasn’t in UK it was a precautionary measure they came up with to secure Bucky from any life threatening attempts. The guilt you had harboured lessened.
Steve had stayed away from you, once Tony and Bruce cleared you of any remnant pollen he took his leave. Avoiding you as he had after the elevator confrontation. It left a bitter taste in your mouth.
As much as you felt as if you were an emotional fool for considering the thought of wanting to approach him, you missed him. Terribly.
You knew your walls were useless against the one man who you had given your jagged heart to, the blue eyes you had drowned yourself in multiple times. Whether it was when he found your gaze across the room or when you were pressed against him.
Your feet carried you after three days to his door. Your hand shook when you knocked. Thoughts swirling through your mind insecurities gaining fleet.
The door opens, Steve’s eyes widen then his brows furrowed with worry, then fall to the still fading love bite that he placed on your collarbone. You shift your weight to either side. Hands fiddling with the hem of your top.
You look down at your feet, Steve’s palm cups your cheek.
Your eyes meet their old home of blue.
“I want to listen.” You manage to say, his pink lips stretch into a familiar smile.
He steps to the side inviting you further into his room.
-x-x-x-x-
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i lied. anyways, have this small steven drabble :3
"Slow- ah! - down!" Despite Steven's attempts at getting you to slow down, you did anything but. Your claws gripped his knees to his chest, his pretty plump pussy on full display, and fuck, what a view it was. It stretched nicely around your cock, the sweet wet squelch sound bouncing off around his room as you all but fucked into him.
Not that he was complaining, of course not your little Steven. You knew he was a little slut, you knew it when you first met him, could feel his pheromones teasing you, fucking slut. The thought alone has you growling, sharp teeth clenched and drooling down your dark lip as you quickened the pace—somehow.
It ripped a loud squeal from Steven, who thrashed and cried out as he squirted, and your hold on him tightened as you pressed him deeper against the bed and deepened your thrusts. Your cock pounded into his sloppy cunt, ou could feel his gummy walls clenching around your cock, silently begging for your knot. Steven babbled underneath your larger form, his curly hair sticking to his scalp as he cried, so flushed and sweaty; you leaned down to lick at his tears. It was salty.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a sharp moan when you sharply jabbed your cock against his sweet spot. He looked exhausted—maybe getting fucked by a werewolf was what he needed to have a good night's rest.
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Can I have top reader fucking Steven somewhere like a alley or bathroom and he is trying really hard to be quiet but it's very hard because reader is fucking him so hard and good that he can't help but make noise. And can I be🦑 anon if you dont mind.
No YOU took like a year for this request....... shh
Have this as an apology 🦑 <3
“Pleasepleaseplease”
“Please what, Steven?”
If he was honest, he didn’t know what he was begging for. Did he want you to stop? Keep going? He hadn’t really thought that far ahead.
“Please what?” You said firmly, pausing your thrusts inside him. It was an easy decision from there.
“Please fuck me.” He asked, trying to keep his voice as low as possible.
The museum’s bathroom was clear for now, but that could change at any moment. And Steven really wasn’t ready to explain anything in case someone came looking for him.
“Was that so hard?” You asked, sliding out slowly, prompting a high pitched whine from Steven. You slapped his ass in response.
“Don’t want anyone to hear you, sweetheart, do we?” You questioned. He shook his head rapidly, half-distracted by the feeling of your tip lining up with his hole again.
He choked back noise when you pushed in, the only sound escaping was a high whine that slowly died down.
Usually that would’ve helped in keeping quiet, if the sound of your hips hitting his ass wasn’t so loud.
“Slow down, slow, please! Someone’s gonna hear!” Steven reminded, hoping you’d actually listen.
He got no such luck.
“I don’t hear anyone right now, do I?” You asked, the smirk in your voice audible. “Just keep quiet and take it.”
You thrust into him deeper, hitting a spot that made his moan, prompting him to quickly cover his own mouth. He was barely paying attention anymore though, too focused on the feeling of you fucking him to be reasonable.
“Getting loud there, baby.” You reminded. “You want someone to hear you like this? Whoring yourself out at work?”
Steven shook his head rapidly, but another thrust hit deep, forcing out another small moan. You laughed at him, practically forcing him to cum against the stall’s wall.
“Please cum inside? Please? Wanna feel you fill me up.” He begged, fully knowing he had a good hour before you had to go home. “Just wanna feel you cum,” His begging got repetitive, the soft sounds of his plea echoing through the bathroom. Looks like he didn’t care much about being quiet anymore.
You leaned into him, your chin settling in the crook of his neck. “Just because you asked nicely.”
You gave a few more thrusts, slamming him into the wall, forcing out another moan. Cum dripped down his cock slowly as he felt you cum inside him as deep as you could manage.
You took a second to pull out of him, doing so slowly (against Steven’s wishes).
You pulled up his boxers, staining the fabric with the cum slowly dripping down his legs.
“I can fill you again when we get home,” You reassured, slapping his ass, and prompting a shudder from him, both in terror and delight.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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omg but imagine bending ftm steven over his desk and just railing him PLEASE🙏
(also can I be 🦑 anon?)
(yes you can!) with this i can imagine that steven has finally gotten the job he’s wanted as tour guide! and he’s so happy and invites you into his new office and personal section of the museums.
of course the little tease didn’t have you there for purely innocent reasoning, he’d made that clear the moment he sat on your lap. “i think i deserve a reward..” he’d mumble softly as he grinds down on your thigh.
and you couldn’t argue with his logic, truly. that was how you ended up with steven bent over his new desk, slacks bunched down to his ankles with his button up shirt pressed up to his chest.
his lewd sounds of your pelvis smacking against the globes of his ass sounded around the small space and steven was glad he was tucked away from the rest of museum.
you have his hands pinned behind his back as you press him into a deep arch. the moment you change the pace of your movements to slow and deep, he loses it. guttural moans are torn from him, and his orgasm hits him out of no where.
his legs are twitching as the remnants of his cum drips down his thighs. he’s practically sobbing as he comes down from his high, and gasps sharply one’s he feels that your thrusts never relent. “your reward isn’t over yet, love, im going to make you cum until you can’t even think,” you grunt, and his mouth falls open pitifully to beg you for exactly that.
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Sub! Steven, Gentle dom! Marc, Hard Dom! Jake is nice but hear me out,
✨Hard dom! Steven, Hard dom! Marc, gentle dom! Jake ✨
Steven degrading you and spanking your ass raw, Marc tying you up and edging you continuously to the point of crying and begging, Jake praising you softly, calling petnames in Spanish, wiping your tears and finally letting you cum, not before teasing and making you ask for it nicely.
Then throw in the aftercare part where all three boys take care of you and worship you as they should 💅
#i'll turn this into a fic#who knows 😏#dom steven grant#dom marc spector#dom jake lockley#steven grant smut#marc spector smut#jake lockley smut#moon knight smut#moon knight
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It's Never Easy
Kinktober Day 24: Edging
Tags: Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley, yeah that's right they're all here baby, afab!fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), unprotected piv (wrap it irl I am begging you), edging, crying during sex, orgasm denial (w/c: 1.3K)
A/N: Yeah that's right the boys are back in town, and by that I mean all three moonboys. They're all little shits and I adore them (For Kinktober, I've been using this list from flightlessangelwings!)
You think that you’re finally wearing Steven down.
He’s been at this for hours now, you think, burying himself between your thighs and losing himself like he never wants to leave. He’s fucking incessant when he gets you like this, licking at your cunt until his eyes have glazed over and he’s grinding slowly into the bedsheets. He moans when you tug at his hair, the vibrations from it going up your spine.
“Fuck, Steven, I need-” you moan, your chest heaving with the way Steven sucks your clit into his mouth, licking at you in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hips hump into his face, chasing the sensation. “I can’t, fuck, I’m gonna- think I’m gonna-”
He pulls his face away just like that, watching as you shout, your hips grinding into nothing but air as your pleasure and your orgasm dissipate. He holds your thighs apart and just looks at the way you tremble, his eyes wide and a blush high on his face.
“That’s it, darling, so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, and you grind your teeth together. This is the third time, the third fucking time, he’s done that. Gotten you so close, your body locking up and threatening to fall off that precipice, before he pulls himself away, leaving you with nothing.
It’s fucking maddening, and Steven just watches, squeezing at his thick cock as it aches between his legs.
“Please, Steven,” you whine, high pitched and needy. “Need you to let me cum, fuck, please let me cum.” You sound so pitiful, so desperate, that Steven’s eyes soften at your begging.
“Oh, I know, love,” he murmurs, sliding a thick finger up the seam of your cunt. “Need it so bad, yeah? It’s okay, darling, I’ll let you cum,”
You nearly sob with relief when he leans back down and sucks your clit into his mouth, sinking two fingers into your entrance. He’s relentless, playing with your clit with his tongue, nudging the tips of his fingers into a little spot inside of you that makes you want to cry. Your orgasm surges back up inside you without warning, and you can’t fucking breathe.
You brace yourself for him to do it again, to pull away when you start babbling, “Gonna cum, fuck, please let me cum,” between heaving moans. But Steven doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow down, and you start to smile with the fact that he’s actually going to let you have it this time without pulling away.
Except, he does pull away.
You cry out as Steven’s head shoots up from between your legs again, but you can only watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw clenched.
Marc looks up at you from his place between your thighs, a cocky little smirk playing at his lips.
“Oh baby,” he says, and his voice is gruff, dark, so unlike Steven’s. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” You gasp for air as Marc sinks a third finger into you, and he grins.
“So pretty when you’re almost fucking there, sweetheart,” Marc murmurs, and he leans close to brush his lips against yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Whining, pleading for us to just let you cum. Steven was going to let it happen, put an end to your misery, but me?” He fucks his hand into you so hard that you choke on a moan. “I like seeing you squirm.”
And the process starts over again.
Marc fucks you on his fingers without a hint of remorse, driving into your g-spot in violent, debilitating thrusts that have you reeling.
You get so close so many fucking times, over and over and over again, your body drawn tight with the overwhelming need to cum. You beg, plead, gripping the bedsheets so hard that you fear you might tear them. But Marc. Doesn’t. Stop.
Every time he feels it, that tell-tale tightening of your body, hears the way you start to go quiet as you focus on finally falling over that precipice, he pulls his hand out of you without any finesse, any mercy.
Around the third time he does it, you really do start to cry, sobbing for Marc to finally let you cum, that you need it so bad it hurts.
“Can’t- it’s too much, Marc, please, please let me, need it so ba-ad,” you hiccup through your moans, tears bubbling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.
Marc leans down and kisses them away, cooing at you as he grinds the calloused tips of his fingers into the most sensitive parts of your cunt.
“Okay, sweet girl, I’ve got you, come on,” he murmurs, his thumb coming up to press against your clit, grinding little circles into it and sending you fucking flying. “Don’t cry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank-” you’re in the middle of thanking him, practically tasting your orgasm on your desperate tongue, when Marc’s eyes roll back, and his hand rips away from your cunt.
“No,” you whine, choking on your tears as your body quakes beneath his, “no, no, please.” You’re practically hysterical, desperate for it after so fucking long, after Steven and Marc have shredded you apart.
“Princesa,” Jake grins down above you, unmistakable with his dark gaze and a smile that is purely fucking primal, feral. “If you think you’re going to cum on anything but my cock, you’re wrong.”
And you can only gasp at Jake notches the thick, leaking head of his cock against your gaping entrance, and shoves himself in to the hilt.
You scream, your back bending into an obscene arch as he fills you up so perfectly.
“Jake, Jake,” you sob through labored breaths, “I can’t, it’s been, I don’t know how long it’s been, please, please. I need to cum, fuck, ‘m begging.”
“Oh, my beautiful girl,” Jake croons, “Of course you can.”
Of course you can. Like you’ve had permission all along, like it was that easy. Like you haven’t been broken apart by each of them, over and over again, reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess beneath their body.
He’s only one, two thrusts in, but you’re coming anyway, screaming with it as tears flow down your cheeks. Your entire body locks up with it, your cunt squeezing tight around Jake’s cock in rhythmic pulses that have him clutching painfully at your hips. Sweet, sweet relief fills your body, like water in a desert, the sun after a hurricane. It’s fucking bliss, incomparable, absolutely debilitating.
“Mierda, that’s fucking beautiful, fuck,” Jake growls, and he presses into your body so deep you think you can feel it in your stomach, and pumps you full of his cum. “Good girl,” you hear him mutter, “Good fucking girl,” before darkness grows into the edges of your vision and quickly swallowing it whole, leaving you to fall into pitch black oblivion.
When you finally come back to yourself, you feel warm, safe. It’s no surprise to you, since you usually feel that way in this flat, in this bed.
“I didn’t fucking kill her, Steven,” you hear Jake growl. “She’s breathing just fine. And don’t act innocent, you and I both know that you worked her just as hard as Marc and I did.”
“And you all better pamper me,” you croak, still refusing to open your eyes, “As soon as I take a nap.”
“Hermosa,” you hear Jake breathe, and you feel his lips press to your forehead. You crack open your eyes to meet Jake’s gaze, his eyes wide and more worried than he usually lets on. “Are you alright? You- you passed out.” he asks, and you giggle.
“Never been better,” you murmur. “But any of you try that shit again, it’s no sex for a fucking year.”
Jake grins in that roguish way that makes your heart flutter. "As if you could resist any of us for that long, mi vida."
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May I ask for your two cents on Steven being a dom?
We have talked about that concept before but pretty please bless my mind with smutty thoughts about Steven sassing me into my place 😌😌
Thank you in advance and I hope you have a lovely Friday ❤
MINORS DNI !!!!
Dom!Steven is an absolute menace. He'll say the sweetest words while doing the filthiest things to you.
He isn't very predictable. One day he may edge you till you're sobbing, and then he'll pet and soothe you and ask you to do it just one more time. And for him, you do.
Another day he may not get enough of giving you orgasms. You have lost count, you can barely speak. The only words left in your dictionary are Steven and please. He's fucked you with his fingers, his mouth, his dick, till you're too weak to respond. And then he kisses you and coaxes one last orgasm out of you.
Steven lets you tease him, he enjoys it. He loves when you try to take control, he humours your attempts to dominate him. And then he'll say or do something that leaves you speechless and he goes "Cat got your tongue, love?" in the cheekiest voice.
Dom!Steven is a fierce lover. He showers praises on you, even his teases are laced with praise. He has a major professor kink, and he can't get enough of seeing you in tight button-up shirts. Once he gets into roleplaying, he's imaginative, elaborate. He's cautious about pain play though, he isnt well aware of what power his body is capable of. He isn't averse to it, just takes it easy.
Steven is the king of aftercare. He'll wash you up, rub out uncomfortable kinks in muscles, get you an ice or hot pack if you need (it's happened), food and water. After tiring sessions he'll cuddle and dote on you till you're sleeping in his arms blissfully.
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03 : Steven Grant ✧
C.W : gn!dom!reader ; ma'am/sir title ; overstimulation
Cond. Notice : monthly post (?)
"N-Not another one, please..."
He raspily moans into your neck as your hand speeds up on his cock, with the other keeping his hips in place. You hum in response, but don’t stop your movements. Steven couldn’t take another orgasm as the feeling rose across his body again. His hands grip your arms with white knuckles.
"Please, Ma'am/Sir, please, please, I ca-" Steven cries out for you, begging you to stop, but you both know that stopping will just make him crave this more.
You just glance at him adoringly, not taking into account anything coming out of his mouth but those soft whines and whimpers. His tousled hair digs into your collarbone, making you move your hand to play with it. You can feel his breathing turn heavier and his thighs tremble against your hand. You hover your lips over his ear, and after biting the shell, you decide to speak up.
"I think you can do it, love, you can give me another." You whisper soothingly as your hand doesn’t stop its speed. Steven couldn’t even move to face you, as the pleasure was building up too quickly. Minutes after rambling praises to him, he spurts all over your hand, some even landing on his stomach, and so you still your hand around him.
"Good boy, there we go, dear..." The phrase piques his interest in his tired state, making Steven stare at you lovingly. His grip loosens on your arms as his body catches up with his feelings. You stroked his hair in a calming manner, but you’re far from being done with him, and neither was he.
Cock still hardened, you start with a softer stroke, and Steven lets out a slow groan at the movement. His eyes start to well up, and the tightening grip on your arms is back. You whisper sweet ministrations to him while grinning at him. So fucked out, even begging you to stop, but here he is bucking into your hand, silently wanting more.
"You can give me a final one, right, love?"
[ 346 km away ]
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Alr you asked for it shawdy, here's your obligatory wall of Steven Grant thoughts 🙏
So this has already been said over n over but idc because it's true: poor boy's sensitive! I can't imagine he's getting much play, and it looks like he doesn't have like. any friends. so physical touch anywhere on him will be embarrassingly exciting cuz he never gets it. Could be his hands, chest, arms, back, waist: anything and his skin's prickling n hearbeat's quickening. His head is particularly sensitive though, so the easiest way to change the mood is to tangle your fingers in his hair, lightly scraping your nails across his scalp while toying with n tugging on his curls. Has him going wide-eyed and red-faced, lips drawn tight as he glances at you, suppressing a shudder n a groan.
Another weak spot is his spine- ghost the pads of your fingers along it, trail them down the vertebrae of his back n neck, drag them past his hips n to his tailbone, and his entire body will involuntarily arch into you. Doesn't know why that spot's so sensitive, but abuse that information.
He's mortified that such simple things make him so excited, but you find it endearing.
BIG crier, very noisy too. Makes the cutest little gasps n groans n sobs. Looks gorgeous covered in his own sweat n cum n tears, even better with some drool. Very easy to fuck brainless, and enjoys when you do it. We've seen that he can be pretty mouthy and combative when he wants to, and he'll use that sarcasm and willful disobedience to get you to fuck him beyond stupid.
Firm believer that he can- and often does- orgasm hands-free. The first time it happens he's absolutely humiliated; you hadn't even undressed him! All you'd managed to get in was some heavy petting, some whispered filth and scattered praise, but your teeth n tongue n fingers were too much. He goes entirely crimson, twisting away from you and apologizing over and over- he's so sorry, he hasn't had many partners, he swears he's not normally like this, please don't be mad- and you have to tell him you don't mind. Slip in that you actually found it kind of hot how embarrassingly eager he was for you, along with some lengthy reassurance, and he's on board for possibly doing it again. The humiliation does it for both of you, and as long as you get enjoyment from him prematurely spilling across the sheets or tucked within the confines of his pants, he'll gladly deal with the extra laundry.
He's a huge people-pleaser. We see it with how he interacts with his boss and Layla, the way he bends over backwards to do what they want, how he preens when Layla praises him n his knowledge. He wants to be useful, to be good, and that translates directly into the bedroom as well. Is it entirely healthy? Don't worry about it, just use that pliancy to your advantage. He takes orders like a champ. Want him on the bed, legs spread and waiting for you? Already done. Crowd him against the counter, mention how you'd like to bend him over it, and he's already flipped himself, chest pressed to the surface as he fumbles with his belt. Praise his attentiveness and dedication, it'll have his dick jumping and mouth watering.
Huge fan of giving oral. Your pleasure >>> his pleasure, and he melts under the praise you shower on him as his head's buried between your legs. Wasn't particularly good the first few times, but god was he eager. Over time he's gotten frighteningly skilled, though, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little smug about how you technically taight him all that. Depending on the position, and if you've allowed him, he'll be humping your leg or fucking into the mattress mindlessly as he goes down on you. Has, and usually will, cum just from the taste and sensation of you alone. Tell him he can't, that he has to keep himself still and hold it while he's working you over with his mouth, and you'll get the sweetest puppy-eyes you've ever seen. He'll listen, though, even as he whines around you, dick red, swollen, and aching as he leaks onto the floor/sheets.
Post-mission fucks!!!!! Shower him in compliments as you manhandle him, telling him about how well he did, how competent he was on the battlefield. Mention anything you thought was particularly smart or stand-out, and he flushes, trying to deflect the praise while simultaneously drinking it up, his cock half-hard beneath those stupid white slacks. Prefers if you wait til you're back at the apartment, but he'd be lying if he said having you bend him over in some shady alleyway or abandoned building wasn't a turn-on. Fuck him on a roof, behind a store, in a park, a warehouse, wherever the fight had occurred while he's still running on that combat adrenaline.
Tries to reprimand you, tell you yall shouldn't be doing this, it's in public, what if someone sees, do you know how hefty public indecency fines are, but the way he's arching and scrambling to shuck his suit tells a different story. (He's definitely had Marc complain about public image as you fuck his brains out against some damp asphalt, but he couldn't care less. Has also had Khonshu berate and spit some indignant, ancient curses at him for fuckin on the clock while he knows he's being observed by the god seriously? right in front of my salad? vibes and that was horrifying. Didn't stop him though <3 )
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sjdjjd ftm!steven grant has me going so feral i stg,,, i need to make him cry
and it’s so dang easy to make him cry too. just rubbing his clit and a little bit of praise gets him sobbing. it’s just too much for his sensitive body to handle. sometimes you just praising and kissing him can be too much for him. he knows his safe word tho so no worries.
And he tries so hard to be bratty but always fails as you know his body so well. It just takes a few minutes for you to shut him up.
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